I am Home

Diary of a Haiku Traveler – Fifth Entry

Seventh Month, First Day

Location: New Delhi, India

Temperature: 40 Degree Celsius. Home is always cool.

I felt so good when my bus crossed the borders of Delhi. The known faces and places went pass the bus and I knew I was home, to the place I love. Sadly, I am back only for a week before I head back to Bhatinda with dad.

A certain joy was right there in my dad’s eyes as he got down from the bus. The joy usually found in that of a little kid’s eyes when he comes back home. I admit I missed my city and no place on planet Earth can be like Delhi.

Bus passes the toll
I see the same roads and shops
dear home, my home

Metro trains and cars
preposterous auto wallahs
that’s my Delhi

Old Delhi

Old Delhi

Photograph by Tarun Mazumdar

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Icicles hang from The Eaves – Haiku

sparkling icicles
hang from the eaves of my home
winter’s a jeweller.

 

Prompt: Icicles

Tsurara or icicles, this prompt from Carpe Diem Haiku challenged me today and it was fun dealing with it. Enjoy.