I walk on desert thorns,
But blades of grass cut into my feet.
I sleep on broken glass,
But the touch of cotton makes me bleed.

I can fly in air,
But I fear to walk on ground.
I can hear silence,
But no, not sound.

I can see the ethereal,
But to the tangible I am blind.
I stay ahead of time,
But in a race with people, I am left behind.

Copyright © Ambalika Banerjee, 2006

[Haiku] - 1

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Transformation

Red cherry ice cream

in a bowl, on the table

now not cream, liquid

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The Road

Not a place to go,

forgotten destination,

amused by the journey.

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Huh?

Life is a question,

pain and tears too many,

struggle is the answer.

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Be careful while driving

Going home from work,

driving on the wet highway,

thinking in the car.

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Random

Sitting in law class,

concentration diverted,

cars honking outside.

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Tapur-Tupur

Pitter patter drops,

greener things appear to be,

flowers smile at me.

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