Like my life, you pour
Gush, surge, roar, rushing below.
Turn skyward – flow.
My shot at haiku after a long hiatus. Maybe I’ll be regular now, thanks to–> the course https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-201-water/
That care in her touch!
Hold my hand, son
and walk
to the bus, we’ll walk
That trouble of letting go!
Off you go… careful
There you are
Are you comfortable
That smile in her face!
my son
my little darling son
won’t you always be little for me
The way she beams!
Tears brimming
of joy
hope pride delight
Twilight
She wouldn’t sleep tonight
Too loud it rained outside.She sighed and no one heardShe cried and no one stirred
She leapt and touched the sky
She had now learnt to fly
She landed by a stream
And woke up from her dream.Yet, she couldn’t sleep tonight
For too loud it rained outside.
Reality bites, they said.
She gnawed the words instead.
Her fumes of glory rose
While by her tomb, she stood close.
Leaving the sobs behind,
Of every sorts and kind.And she would sleep tonight
Even if too loud, it may rain outside.
Hatred
Betrayed by memory
Cheated by pride
Saved by spite, hatred harboured.
save your soul
Then and Now
Remember that stormy night
the lightning and thunder then?
How the rain patted on your windows
And he wrote you a poem
Was he your soul-mate then?
Is he not now?Remember his insecurity
the worrying and the fretting
How he wanted u to be only his
And you gave into him
Did u not see it then?
Do u now?Remember the war you started
At his side and against the world
How you vowed to be together forever
And he stood alongside you
Was it love then?
Is it not now?
Someone once told me NEVER TO ASSUME, because when we do… we make ass of ourselves. This is how.. Assume = ASS U ME.
Alas! Atlas
She is strong, thought I
She is strong, thought she
Two strong, too strong
Thought we.
I am weak, thought I
I am weak, thought she
The earth she was carrying
She lent it to me.
They are strong, thought they
One gave the earth
Other took the earth
Look how they share, said they.
She is strong, thought she
I am weak, thought I
I am weak, said she
Shocked. Stoked. Don’t lie, said I.
Friends
You are –
Sugar in one hand
Lime in the other
Sweet/ sour
You are the lemonade.
You are –
Blister in one hand
Cure in the other
Pleasure/ pain
You are the band-aid.
You are –
Metal in one hand
Reggae in the other
Thrash/ trash
You are the ensemble.
You are –
Rolling stone in one hand
Mountain in the other
Moss/ mess
You are the rubble.
You are –
Uncertain in one hand
Sure like hell in the other
One way/ U-turn
You are the dead-end.
You are –
Devil in one hand
Divine in the other
Good/ evil
You are the friend.
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