Haiku – Page 6 – The Days of Ziad Hafiz Razak

#726 On The Great Melaka Race

In the midday sun
Frantically chasing checkpoints
A genial whirlwind.

My heart burns for you:
You who have no want of me
You, and your cruel heart.

An astringent glance
Warns against the wayward wiles
Of red-blooded men.

Eyes flit ‘cross the room:
Some glad, some glazed, some ablaze
What lurks in yon minds?

Swim against the tide?
But how to swim, when you are
Drowning in sorrow?

I grew up alone
And made my own ancestors
From books and your Love.

Alas! The dith’rer 
His mind and tongue meander -
Lolling in a maze.

My cat licks her paw
And washes her shining face:
My lady in tux.

Pencil meets paper:
Inchoate thoughts, sketched in black,
Take flight in my mind.

Ribbons in the sky
Vermillion streaks against grey
An astral promise.