Musings...

wrinkles in your face
are as beautiful as
a withered tree

time tickles
it hurts
no thoughts

hatred is sour
some sour fruits
are good for life

chirping of birds
makes me smile
alarm makes me frown

blind bats gorge
all my guavas
poor squirrels

blushing birds shy away
from the moon
for a snooze

we the rocks
are metamorphosized
by the stream of life

do i write haiku
or is it my brother
am i schizophrenic

the color of knowledge
is white says
the blackboard

his mundane existence

at last something happened

funeral bells

hitch hiked and
made it on time
for my first bike race

~arunbharath