2 LINE HAIKUS...

The blade of grass stood up to the gale,
The willowy tree gave in.

Mist writes letters on my window-pane
If only his handwriting was a little sane.

Silent contempt,a matchless enemy,
Loud resentment, I can befriend.

The past like layers of oil on water,
Remains immiscible with my future.

In the curve of his neck, nestled my dreams
In the breadth of his shoulders, rested my worries.

In his loud snores, I found peace
Peace, I never found in silence.