425. Witnesses (Haiku)

Cross road witnesses
Eyes and hands lock in passion
Lips brush fleetingly.
@Binita Jha

424. Sprout (Haiku)

Leaves sprout on old tree
Nature springs up to paint green

Captivating us.

@Binita Jha 

423.Silence

I talk to you even in your silence

I hear  you even in your silence.

All around looms just your silence

I rise and sleep forever in silence.

@Binita Jha

422. How RESPONSIBLE We are dear brethren!

Understanding and compassion is just so rare
We blame each other without a care.
Strange,how ruthless we are dear brethren!

We lower our voice, walls have ears

Yet screams of needy nobody hears
Strange, how deaf we are dear brethren !

Checking every sundry is our prime duty
Yet cameras fail to see the guilty.
Strange, how blind we are dear brethren! 

Knaves walk as God men in  scores
Crutches naive provide by donating in crores. 
Strange, how lame we are dear brethren!

Silenced is the voice of democracy
Under right and left wings of utter hypocrisy .
Strange, how dumb we are dear brethren!

Year after year flood rampages the country
We shrug of our responsibility blaming the Municipality.
Strange, how RESPONSIBLE we are dear brethren!

@Binita Jha

421.Zenith

The wind carries with it many wild stories
Forgotten and nullified are most and lost is the zenith.

Days are wide eyed, Nights searches the topology
Yet futile are the searches, when lost is the zenith.

Life is no child's play, no one is a prodigy
Yet we struggle to keep pace,  though lost is the zenith.

Easily we Judge others, without any apology
Heart Bleeds and pleads,  while lost is the zenith.

Binita close your  eyes,revel at the apogee
Keep it shut, else lost will be the zenith. 

@Binita Jha 

420.Bond(Haiku)

Traditional bond
Knits the society strong
Rich music cascades.

@Binita Jha

419.Road

I walked on a road knowing not 

Where it would lead me.
Perhaps into the circle of joy
Or into the rising storm in sea.
I cared not
As long as my feet could carry me.
I feared not
The obstacles on the path I would meet.
The road and me shared a special bond
It did not ask me questions

Nor did I ask it one

I walked on
And the road stretched out it arms
To welcome me.

@Binita Jha