Haikus are special poems originally from Japan which are known for their brevity, punch and having this distinctive ability to ring a bell in your mental silence and let you waltz in that cling for long lonely afternoons thereafter.. here i go with a couple of mine..
.Love..
January.
February.
March.
You still hurt.
.
..Bliss..
5 am.
faraway trucks roar.
in the pitter patter of the downpour.
The tea stall radio sings
Along the bicycle bell clings.
Thud. The newspaper all wet.
You pull over the blanket.
Its Sunday.
..Relationships...
Long after the storm.
The tree remained
Bent.
..Secrets..
Hiding my thoughts
At the back of the moon
hoping that
no one will find it there.
but it ditches me.
every night.
..Grief..
The last of the whisky over.
And the stones all into the pond.
The end of happiness.
The beginning of peace.
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Thursday, July 31, 2008
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