Rainquake
Rains for the third day
Non-stop. This road we travel
Is a cold panic.
A scattered glimmer
From far draws up as a ship,
Passes as a truck.
There is this rainbow
Of sorts. O! it’s a lonely
Woman in blue dress.
Deserts on the sides.
A mirage of inverted
Images, it’s like.
Life is what buoys up
As vision in the lava,
Chill, of this rainquake
Note: Five haikus make up this write.
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2011
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