bubble blooms

Sarbjot Singh Behl

summer drizzle-
amidst the circling ripples
a bubble blooms

snow

Sarbjot Singh Behl

snow!
falls in silence-
one more grey

rainbow

Sarbjot Singh Behl

saawan downpour-
a swelling rainbow in my eyes
selfdestructs

bright star

Amanpreet Pannu

a bright star
sparkling over the Nishan Sahib*-
autumn dusk

*Nishan Sahib-The Nishan Sahib is a Sikh holy triangular flag made of cotton or silk cloth, with a tassel at its end. The word, Nishan means symbol, and the flag is hoisted on a tall flagpole, outside most Gurdwaras.

white hair

Sarbjot Singh Behl

lightning-
a maiden white hair
in the mirror

In One Breath- A Haiku Moment

thoughts

Arvinder Kaur

my unvoiced thoughts
in the bulbul’s morning song–
grapevine trellis

photo

Arvinder Kaur

misty morning…
looking for a lost face
in the sepia photo

taste

Arvinder Kaur

first date…
the taste of a chewed reed
on her tongue

chameleon

Sarbjot Singh Behl

full blossom-
among so many colours
an exhausted chameleon

father’s specs

Arvinder Kaur

late father’s specs
on dusty side table–
unsolved crossword

mehndi function

Arvinder Kaur

The guava in the backyard had invited everyone’s displeasure.Year after year creamy white blossoms grew on it only to be blown away by the breeze a few days later.Our wait for the lime green luscious fruit would invariably end in disappointment. Every year I would tell the children that the plant was maturing and would soon bear fruit.They would look at it wistfully and sometimes just crush its leaves on their palms to inhale the aroma.
Years passed by. In their busy schedule the children hardly noticed the guava as it grew old.Soon it was time for Chhoti’s wedding.It was suggested that we have her mehndi function in the backyard.The guava tree would have to go now.It occupies so much space. Such were the thoughts till the wedding planner arrived. She was overjoyed at the sight of the tree. On the mehndi day, long string of bright yellow marigold were wrapped around its trunk.Globe size balls made of orange and mustard marigold were hung from its branches. It looked resplendent. Even the singer made her place under its shade and sang folk lyrics to the beat of dholak.Had it not been for the tree the decor would have been so lifeless.Chhoti mused.

a little girl
runs across the lawn
myrtle blooms

butterfly

Arvinder Kaur

pink saree–
the butterfly flits around her
a little longer

fragments

Arvinder Kaur

childhood home…
from the loquat tree
fragments of laughter

bharatnatyam

Arvinder Kaur

 

wet nail paint…
her fingers freeze
in bharatnatyam* pose

(* an Indian classical dance form )

yoga session

Arvinder Kaur

cool breeze…
a moist lily watches
my yoga session

feather

Sarbjot Singh Behl

Gun shot-
a feather falls to ground
In silence

linnet’s song

Arvinder Kaur

twilight…
the linnet’s song reminds me
of last night’s dre

hearts beat

Sarbjot Singh Behl

waxing gibbous moon-
two hearts beat
in her sole body

Patriots Day

Deepi Sair

Patriots Day . . .
the smell of gunpowder
in birds’ song

bare branch

Arvinder Kaur

autumn twilight…
the shadow of a bare branch
on her face

kiss

Sarbjot Singh Behl

on the golden beach
a swell touches the shore line-
our first french kiss

friend

Sarbjot Singh Behl

drifting fog-
step by step a stranger
turns into a friend

sound

Sarbjot Singh Behl

spring equinox-
a key turns in rusted lock
sound of click

smile

Sarbjot Singh Behl

Jamun’s shade-
a tribal girl flashes
purple smile

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Jamun=(Syzygium cumini)