Zero Gravity Haiku

Of aeroplane, airport and flying 

What I intended
It's the home in the valley,
Now I'm nowhere


You fly, you don’t soar
No matter how high you are;
Addiction mishap


With nothing to do,
Look at the air hostesses;
Dolls and plastic smile


The impending home
Thousands of dreams and desires
But fucked with no plan


Gladly I go home
Or I leave home listlessly,
The to-and-fro blues


The girl up the aisle,
She looks gorgeous from behind
Forosa, from front


Required: Tongue cleaners,
Four cabin crews have fainted
Make up overdosed


The half open eyes
Sleepy ride to the airport,
But the home’s all up


Familiar beds
The familiar faces
Fuckedup folks and fears


Glide through the cotton
White and off-white clouds;
Nature’s candy floss


Two hours left for home
The one-hour delayed flight;
Time’s always a bitch


Land at Guwahati
Beware of rhinoceros
The Ahoms and Bongs


Two haiku away
The impatient airport waits;
Full bladder, pumped up


What you are is here
High above hills and houses
—The human ego


Imphal always waits
For people; I don’t know who;
Blood, bombs and bullets


Planes have flying gears
Reverse gears and steering wheels
Fuck the science consoles


It’s the longest place
Even the sun is nearer
Waiting for luggage


In eighteen haiku
We reach the land of ULFA;
Next, UNLF’s