Craving of a Haiku Traveler

Kasauli forest
I carry bread for supper
fireflies light my path

The lovable memories of Kasauli still linger in my head. I wish to go back to the hills and sit on a hill top and compose haiku. I want to talk to those lovely birds, people from the hills, shop keepers, army men, hoteliers and whosoever comes my way.
My heart craves to go back to the hills; it craves to hit the road again. This city, its urbaneness is barren for me for it doesn’t quench the thirst of the haikuist in me. I want to travel like Basho, like Issa and compose haiku to my heart’s content.
Haiku is my life, my soul. I am a haiku traveler that is what I am.

Photographs by Tarun Mazumdar

The trees of  Kasauli call me...

The trees of Kasauli call me…

On our way to Kasauli

On our way to Kasauli

Mountain Flowers, Kasauli

Mountain Flowers, Kasauli

Reflection of a Haiku Traveler

Reflection of a Haiku Traveler

The binding roads to Kasauli

The binding roads to Kasauli

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