2 LINE HAIKUS...

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

Mist writes letters on my window-pane
Illegible. and yet it refuses to explain..Vain!

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

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


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Him

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

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