Haiku#nomadic expression.

every nomadic

expression find its solace

in someone’s heart


An internal peace…

When you are cradled

by nature’s bliss,

An unruffled harmony

escalates your soul,

The rhythmic noise

of your breathing

becomes the music

of the divine’s symphony,

An internal peace

surrounds you…


I breath free…

The dreams gave the wings,

My desires gave the flight,

To touch the clouds,

To bring those rains,

To embrace the rainbows,

To bathe in the sunshine,

To seek the freedom,

Freedom from the self,

And discover the beauty

of the selfless divine,


The divine mantra breathing in life,

The dreams are forgotten,

The desires vapourised,

I stand far from my initial path,

The path of self-discovery

encompassing this soul,

I breath free…


The dark dungeons of our soul…

When the cry of a helpless

child wake the humanity

left within our core to react

and reach out , but our hands

tied with the ropes of fear fail

to respond,

The heaviness of these sins

we close our eyes to,

dims our paths,

Leading us to the world of darkness,


The dark dungeons of

our souls sink the left out

traces of peace and sanity,

to perish the race of the

human without a trace.


I gift back your love…

You come with a rose and a chocolate

to console my suspicious mind,

The colour I never favoured

and the taste I never savoured,

Once a solid love ,

Now on a fragile path,

To hold or let go?

The years enriching our souls

With different songs,

Whose uniqueness of music

colliding with the other,

The beauty of the symphony

Lost to the ears,

On this day of love,

To flourish the goodness left in me,

I release you from this bond,

So I retrieve my truth and peace.


The blessed conveyors…

When fear flee and

peace surround,

When the smiles

transcend borders,

Guaranteeing empathy

rule the hearts of the rulers,

When Humanity spreads it wings

touching all creatures,

The blessed conveyors residing

in the immortal souls,

Rejoice for the creator and

his creations.


The songs of the dark…

The solo songs of the night,

Echoing the shrillness of the dark,

Filling the empty cavities of the heart,

Letting find solace for some,

Seeking the peace for a few,

Condemning the actions of the day,

Or crying the griefs of today,

And building a hope for tomorrow ,

The songs of the night echos to all…


This life is a blessing…

A smile and a cry,

To convey the feelings,

A truth and lie,

To control the situation,

Love and hate,

To communicate the heart,

Hope and despair,

To confess the belief,

The first cry to the last peace,

This life is a blessing,  and living  a curse…


To pureness of birth…

Refined thoughts leading my way,

I wade this path of life,

Slower than before,

But steadier for sure,

Enjoying the sun and 

The rain as may be,

Seeking  the twilight

After every darkness,

Searching for a smile

Behind every cry,

Multiplying empathy and

Dividing hatred,

Adding peace to

Subtract my sins,

I try hard to balance

This theory of life, 

To cleanse my soul

To the pureness of

It’s birth…