Haiku – Anita Bacha

GOA Revisited

Sun glows in blue sky,

Gold ripples dance on the sea –

Time to set the sail.

Young tourist poses,

Older man sips lemonade,

Generation gap.

Humble hatched roof hut,

Lies behind tourist hotel,

Fisherman’s sweet home.

Sun sets at seaside,

Colorful streaks brush the sky,

Footprints in wet sand.

Sleek evening ripples,

The sun embraces, lying down –

Romantic season!

Roses for all seasons

Pretty yellow rose,

Sunbathing in the courtyard,

Intruder fly bites!

Exquisite pink rose,

Flaunts her fresh,youthful beauty,

In the spring of life.

In the morning rain,

Bruised dust-pink rose shivers,

On a bed of thorns.

Frail rose bud petals,

Burn in blaze of dry season ,

Thirsting for rain drops.

Lush garden roses,

Half-blossom bends to her weight ,

Till the last fold falls!

Bouquet of Roses

Bouquet of roses

Dying in porcelain vase

Gross mediocrity

Anita Bacha

Dear readers, I have joined a group of ‘Haiku challenge ‘ on Twitter and today’s challenge is to write a haiku using the word ‘gross’. I love this challenge .Brainstorming, at times ,nerve racking it keeps me going .Hope you like this one . More are on the way.