melting hearts (haiku)

Mid-winter romance
scent of a rose
my sweet Valentine

Scent of roses (haibun)

One feels her warmth as she pulls you toward her chest and hugs you as if you are her child. Fragrance of roses wash over you despite the thousands who have already surrendered to her loving embrace…

thoughts linger
weightless, yet, fulfilling
silencing the mind

silencing the mind
scent of roses awaken
feeling her embrace

Amma’s hugs

a single rose (haiga)

a single rose
rests on her gravestone
thorn in my heart

No more roses will be bought for her birthday …It was always roses that stirred her memory…her sense of smell awakened by the fragrance every time. But in a few days Mother’s ashes will finally be laid to rest next to her husband…the true love of her life.,, looking forward to this reunion.

rose by his side
no thorns can keep them apart
together at last

Written for Haiku Horizons Thorn

sweetened with love (haibun-Haiga festival)

Since I received a belated birthday bouquet of roses today, it is only common sense to write about that. After all, we are far from seeing any budding blossoms here and these are my first flowers of 2015. The fragrance of roses is that much sweeter when given with love from a child…another special day.

on a March day
searching for blossoms
Mother’s birthday

Mother’s birthday
celebrating decades
scent of a rose

scent of a rose
mother weeps with joy
counts her blessings

Carpe Diem “First flowers”

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