Haiku – Page 10 – My Tales Within

The Bamboo Trail

Bamboos hang on stilts Scary it felt like hell But heaven it is

Lonely bench sits quietWatching every passerbyjust waits silently

Noise invades In the silence of mind Symphony remains

The haze descends Bright blue dome turns grey mood shifts grey too

I have risen From the shadow of myself And I reach myself

I am their belief must fulfil expectations my solemn duty

Strings strum the music Rhythmic beats resonate Music need no words

Rubber on the tar Growling iron box surges Trees streak in green blur

Pine lets in sun Lazy Sunday lies sprawled Pure blue sky peeks

Happily it flies Unaware and blissful Tethered by mind