HAIBUN by Nishi Pulugurtha

The light blue sky turns dull and grey all of a sudden. Stillness around that disturbs. As it envelopes everything, there is a lull that haunts. The cawing of a crow on its way home breaks the silence for a while. It comes back again.

locked in stuck alone

like that doll that hangs left out

its eyes say – I’m ok

2. 

Little drops gently fall for a while. Small beads hanging here and there for a while. It seems to offer a respite from the sweltering heat that troubles in troubling times. No respite though as we remain stuck, isolated in uncertain times that disturb.

the droplets hang on

choosing things material

casting off hope love.