Footsteps

With fast-paced books
Everyone's a teach
None a student

Sailing

Clinging to the past
Where do ships wander
Already arrived

No Haiku

No old pond
No frogs jumping
Mind splashes

Autumn

Autumn dusk
Treetops burning
Of coldness

Home

Between three homes
One feels light to leave
As to return

Cuts

Corn's thin cuts
Through the shallow skin
Feels like autumn

Embrace

Hours of silence
Embraced by the wind
Life's nothingness

Whispers

Ships up and down
The river warbles
Of old vessels

Distraction

Old silly whiskers
Surveilling the pond
For a few ripples

Wilt

Running away
From a love’s promise
Dried leaves tremble

Habitude

She’s still waiting
For her charming prince
In others’ bed

Counting

Two forks in the way
A wish to disappear
Three hours till midnight

Surveillance

She made a habit
To fly close by my window
Got herself brighter

Fight

Fancing a dream
Attacked by thin clouds
By a whisker

Moonlight

The moon shadows
A few rebel stars
Came too early

Moonwalk

Pulling the curtains
To let the moon in
For an hour or two

Asleep

Soundly half-asleep
Looking for the other half
Of a full morning

Contrast

Sweetness of summer
Between two ice cubicles
Winter solitude

Fixation

Against the current
Life seems a slow ride
Mad in a sane world

Waves

With a wave
Comes a whole sea
Alone

Phantoms

Phantoms of rivers
Losing themselves in the sea
Until forgotten

Waters

Where does a sea end
Where does another begin
Two seas same waters

One's heart feels the waves
And beats rapid with the flow
Where does one's love end

Bond

One pays in sorrow
The moments of happiness
Overdue payments

Rage

Rage in the midnight
The sea forgot the promise
Of a gone moonshine

Wishes

Wishes die young
No matter the age
Fire ashes

Swarms

Crowds pushing in
Madness breathing out
Birds of chaos

Play

Who is the man
Which is his shadow
There is the light

Flutter

All is flutter
Who can see his wings
In mid of flight

Blossoms

Two frozen raindrops
So differently alike
In inner blossoms

Lightness

Up in the sky
Too close the world seems
Light rebel thoughts

Candles

Candles lit the path
For flurries to find their way
Through the day’s grayness

Points

Vanishing points
Cut through the ether
Forgetful thoughts