Haiku is a short moment in time, just like life. Haiku itself, is life
Haiku looks at nature; to a specific moment in life. Mostly, it sees the serenity, the absolute peace within. However, the bird's wing has been broken, the tree chopped down; our home is exhausted and is a shattered wreck fallen under the men's world As the eyes of the poets who have already gone mad are filled with grace; rivers of blood cascade down from their incurable wounds. That blood, is the blood of the "Other".
Hence, my haikus are like a flower that is beautiful yet broken. Just like Blake's "Sick Rose"