I hear the whispers from a moonlit terrace party but cannot fathom what they are discussing. Young and old all dance the night out to welcome the New Year. I change the calendar but do not foresee changed schedules and a hidden agenda. They have imposed new rules, but everyone is silent about the lurking … Continue reading Burning Haibun
I don’t know why I thought of Trishanku today - the mythological man who wanted to visit Heaven physically but was stopped by the spiritual realm. If I were Trishanku, what would I choose in this zero-gravity situation? Like a celestial being, a saucer comes flying and encircles me with its airy, invisible tentacles. “Let … Continue reading Quirk of Fate
The sweeper looks surprised when I say, “Treat the dried leaves with the same respect you give the dead.” I hear the leaves crying out in anger when trampled by insensitive feet. The widowed branches are unsure if they want to mourn the departure of the old or welcome the new arrival. Seasons always put … Continue reading Seasons
The equinox always baffles me. It announces the beginning of a new season by declaring that black and white, good and evil, day and night, will always coexist in equal measure. The two sides play games, chasing and overtaking one another, creating illusions of victory and defeat and drawing minds to jump to conclusions. Ultimately, … Continue reading Autumnal Equinox
August brings heavy rains, but religion and patriotism endure it all to celebrate festivals. Some festivals are designed to break the monotony of grey clouds with colour. Being a Leo, I’ve grown to believe that August brings positive change, though every August of my life does not testify to this. This year's Mercury retrograde dampened … Continue reading August
Dawn breaks over the Seine, casting golden hues upon the Eiffel Tower. Athletes gather, hearts drumming in sync with the city’s pulse. The Olympic torch ignites, passing from hand to hand—a beacon of unity. The City of Light, adorned in Olympic splendour, welcomes the world. Streets echo with anticipation, a symphony of languages and dreams. … Continue reading Paris Olympics
“It is only a moment, not a day,” says Frank. I started wondering about the tapestry of moments we call a day and how we differentiate those from the night. Life is just a series of moments without reference to the sun's movement. The longest nights happen inside. solsticeswon't change equationssun deceives Haibun Monday
Why does happiness not last? I ask myself as I hold a Sakura or cherry blossom in my palm. Does it stem from my inherent fears or the seasonal impermanence that I see everywhere? In a cyclic world, nature, ideologies, fashion trends, and political and scientific thought will all undergo change. Holding on to a … Continue reading Sakura (Cherry Blossom)
Archaeologists will not stop digging into history. They’ve been trained to unearth stories that are no longer relevant. On second thoughts, we weave relevance into a story aligned to our instincts and expectations. Is there something I’d like to leave behind that will compel the future to think about me, maybe without knowing my name? … Continue reading Transformatory
The daily morning walk is a time for reflection. It is when I am with myself and with the elements of nature. If I’m sad and see a bud blossoming into a flower or a white rose smiling at me from a bed of thorns, I know the Universe has a message for me. At … Continue reading Pause
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