My flirtations with Haiku

Haiku - the first time I heard the term I thought it was some sort of an exotic East Asian Dish but was soon enlightened that it was a form of Japanese Poetry.

So my feeble attempts at haiku has borne fruit finally

her arms were around him
as he carried her
-to the hospital bed

Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom

It was 1 in the night and I had just finished my conference call, though sleep was beckoning me, I got in the mood of poetry and not wanting to lose that moment, I started writing. Of late, I find myself drawn towards Anna Akhmatova’s poems, which seem to convey a whole lot of meaning in a few words. Now, brevity has never been my forte but try I would ……

She lies intoxicated in those arms
Knows not what the world beholds

She seeks him in those eyes
Trying to break from the trance

She breathes in soft sighs
Mouths his name in sweet delight

She wonders about his restraint
Realizing her folly ,’Oh! It wasn’t him at all’

the broken Wings of a Butterfly

no happiness holds me high
like that of the eternal light
none other do I seek as I fly
when there's hinderance in the flight

do i near the light emerging
i can feel the smell of fire
seductive appear'd the flame flickering
as i flew into the unsuspecting ire

unawares was i caught
as i smelt the burning wings
my life has gone wrought
as i let go of it without any strings

(song am thinking of ....
Baadalon Se Kaat Kaatke,
Kaagazon Pe Naam Jodna
Yeh Mujhe Kya Ho Gaya?)

A compliment is like a Kiss thro' the veil

dwelling on the matter of Kisses, i recollect these verses on it :


Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

sweet reminiscences of a chweet encounter

preserved in my memory forever....
(Warning: Plagiarists steer away from my poem,'coz itz not the poem i'm worried 'bout but my memories which tag along with it)

One day in an alien land
I look up and the sky seems grey
grey as in the sadness of death
felt the night in between the day

but that did not make me sad
instead i stood mesmerised
i luked at the clouds almost kissing the earth
there was silence on my lips

cant you see me dancing
oh how could you -it was my inner self!
i could feel the wind caress my face
the droplets becoming rivulets

caught completely unawares in the downpour
i managed to save myself from the prying eyes of the world
i shiver while the water drips from my hair

so long after i'm back in my land
i look towards the sky
and search for those wandering clouds
which wud revive my memories again...

my mind dances
my heart races
someone please stop it there!
I look outside the window,
The raindrops lash the glass panes,
I go back to my sleep
With those sweet dreams on my eyelids...........

(I think i titled this poem "In search of the cloud")

old frendz and best frend

Whenever I think of my old friends and also my best friend,
I'm reminded of this poem

The Last leaf.....

Was thinking of old friends today
And how many of them have slipped away.
Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,
Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.
It reminded me of falling leaves.

Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.
Some stay longer than others, but eventually
-Each leaf must fall, I'm told,
Leaving the tree alone to face the cold.

Why is it that in the time of utmost need
The leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around
We look and they can not be found?

Of course these friendships come and go
And in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of old
With crackling laughter and colors bold.

It saddens me now I must admit
How somehow, someway, I did forget
Laughing with old friends of mine
During summers when the sun would shine.

And then I thought of you.
That one stubborn leaf that won't let go.
That clings despite the winds that blow.
Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings
Hanging on right through till spring.

So I guess that's what you are to me -
The very last leaf to leave the tree.I
know it seems silly, but it's true.
When I see that last leaf...I think of you.