lonely house

There on the window pane

Egg white ink and lilies lay

Asleep in the day

Origami doves

Came alive at your one touch

Flew away in the night

All over my grave

Orange flowers you chose lay

Lesser petals wept.

attemts at Haiku - 2

Cold under the bed

amidst orange green red socks lie

pieces of red glass.

Red bottle falls like

my empty heart, breaks and gets

swept under the bed.

attempts at haiku (the city me and me)

sound at back window
and life that stretchaes beyond
both seem inviting.

the room is stifling
the furnitures and me,
yet the door is shut.

music streams downwards
hits my intolerant ears
and spills away free