quarantined

seasons change

mortals come and go

we stay quarantined

pandemic blues

standing in my balcony

i see the empty road-

life may never be the same

Braveheart…haibun

There was snow for miles together …icy cold winds freezing their faces through their army gear. Siachen was brutal, but more brutal were the enemy. The bravehearts had to protect their motherland. The soldiers could just see the enemy lines. Graupel hit hard as they marched on. the gloom of the whiteness stretched far and beyond. and then Bang! shattering the eerie silence…was it blood snow or blood…

sacrificing life

not a child’s game

motherland calls

tough times

I see you

in these tough times

and that is enough

whisper

he still thinks of me

she whispers in my ear

the balmy summer breeze

nature’s wrath

longing for freedom

the mighty nature’s wrath

has all quarantined

ashes

ashes burn

we become one

with the earth

 

wintry night

cold wintry night

a small dog on the sidewalk

shivering in the chill

 

 

buying blankets

looking for abandoned animals

waiting to cover them

fear of the end

each grey hair

reminiscent of the passing years

the end i fear

a warm heart

cold winds

deep dark clear nights

a warm heart for the winter bed