all haiku poems

are really death poetry

as basho once wrote

Meandering thoughts

A perfect pain running ,

at daily pleasure

How venue is it

for the one to make haikus

while making haikus

As you see my eyes

You will see my heart and soul

Love is destiny

Magical winter

The house is looking , ,

Betrayed by lives .

City of dislike

Alone, Sad, Gloomy, depressed

worse than happiness

Today ,yesterday

Yesteday , tomorrow

Tomrrow ,yesterday

Surrounded in warmth

I march on eyes all aflame

Why? Because of you

Red is ocean ,

Black is the sun , , ,

The truth to false .

Five haiku? Enough!

Some more will come tomorrow.

Haste unsettles things.