Tomorrow (a haibun)

No portentous clouds loomed on the horizon at the dawn of 2021. In fact, the first day of the year dawned sunny and bright, promising to be better than the previous one. But things started going downhill pretty soon and in its passage, the year, left lives and livelihoods in ruins.
As the year drew to a close, there wasn’t much to celebrate but being alive and together as a family, filled us with immense gratitude. A quiet, home-cooked, wholesome dinner, with favourite music in the background and bantering kids; I feel blessed! 2022 will find it difficult to emerge from the long shadows cast by the preceding year yet life is all about living with hope.

Four solemn faces
anticipation in eyes
whither tomorrow?

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Li, says: Your challenge today, if you choose to accept it, is to write a haibun about this year’s holiday celebrations.


In rememberance (OctPoWriMo)

Day 23

Prompt: Honouring the loved ones

Form: Unbounded quatrain

The weeping rain cries in rememberance
so does the shrinking tide
I had promised to shed no tears
You will find me mostly dry eyed.

My heart is too full  to speak
I won’t deny, tears do prick my eyes sometimes
but moving on is the only way. I console
myself with the thoughts of all the good times.

Sadly time does not bring relief as promised
nor does it ease the throbbing pain
all it may do is dull the ache momentarily
the rules of living without you do constrain!

Memories remain etched so sharp
Through the swirling mists of time
However ephemeral, life does seem like a celebration,
every now and then, when I feel your hand in mine.