Haiku. A reverie.

I was walking in our office alley after lunch. The weather is cold. The look of the outside is bland. Suddenly, I remember a Sunday jog. The trees. Flowers. Pavements. Dried leaves. And, I wanted to make a poem. Then, a sharp image of my dream of Japan came alive. Could I see the cherry…

Sunset: light, dark and colored.

Do you love sunset? Do you love the seeing the daylight as it meets darkness? When was the last time you waited for the sun to go down. Burst of colors. Light vanishes like leaves in autumn. Darkness sprouts like a fresh spring. They say that when you like something, there is no need to…