Looking for an emerald…

Travelling between

the thin line of

reality and fantasy,

looking for an emerald

that resides in me,

.

I stumble through distant paths

get burnt by dragon’s tongues,

 I climb the mountains

to see no sun

but be struck by lightning

in search of something

that is nowhere

but inside me,

 .

I dwell in darkness

feast on my own dead skin,

split open my eyes,

looking for that island

where I think the stone is;

 .

fantasy becomes reality

when I last return home,

and find some drops

falling down my open eyes,

they glint with a distinct sheen,

and I realize,

they are the dear stones,

I was looking for,

in the realm of fantasy,

 .

all the time,

them being overlooked

by my heart,

but present

in my own reality.

*Written in response of dVerse Mirage/Fantasy prompt.

Complimenting Buson’s ”In the stillness”

in the stillness

between the arrival of guests

the peonies 

.

awaiting the sound of steps

eyes droop down under spring sun

* The haiku is written by Buson and the two following verses are my creation, complimenting Buson’s haiku. For Carpe Diem Tan Renga #6.

opposite twins

opposite twins

residing in a dark alcove,

guarded by demonic angels

fighting for eternity;

.

the first calls for light

to enter the chamber

and is ready to traverse

along the labyrinth of emotions;

.

the other one ceases the struggle,

unspoken, move towards

the darkest part of the prison

and glare at his other half-

.

better or not,

with those dead eyes;

the former shrugs in response

and go to join the worse division;

.

some time will pass out

and another battle would surge

between the two brothers,

rooted in the same soul.

* Written in response to the dVerse Writing Prompt