Thursday, 24 December 2015

in Haiku style

source of image:

he had her covered
just enough not to conceal 
how alive she was

in sijo style...yet again

The last dance they had last year wasn’t really their last, was it?
Yesterday, one such moment, time ticked slowly, seductively.
Winter’s cold followed close enough, but warmth caught up fast with dance moves.
The moment of loud music – garnished with laughs – a taste of fun;
merriment-filled smoky air, those curious stares and we let go of pretending.
Winter's love, warm as mid-summer’s – will spring welcome it one more time?
A bold day like other days yet not as warm with the sky grey,
the cursed sun in wild hiding, nevertheless quite promising.
As it broke, who really did care what lay underneath? There was light.