A 21 Jan Haiku
A day full of darn doodles
Decided to dodge
Until you did the spell check
A day full of darn doodles
Decided to dodge
Until you did the spell check
January 21, 2013
December 26, 2012
Absence
'Because you were not there...'
Holiday cheers, sparkles, stars and glitters
Ol' man Santa in red hood and happy sack
The chill in the wind, the hollering crowd
The woollens, the socks, the winter oranges
And the little hearts gurgling
Holidays have the same flavor
The dry leaves that murmur
The wind that whistles dry
The cascading crowd that stifles
And my eyes that glitter of fortified tears
Holiday cheers, sparkles, stars and glitters
Ol' man Santa in red hood and happy sack
The chill in the wind, the hollering crowd
The woollens, the socks, the winter oranges
And the little hearts gurgling
Holidays have the same flavor
The dry leaves that murmur
The wind that whistles dry
The cascading crowd that stifles
And my eyes that glitter of fortified tears
(C)mimpi
August 31, 2012
Stringless love
Originally published in IBW
You go love bird, go off the strings
And explore the colors of the world
I am letting go you of my true love
I know that you know I love you true
I know that you know you are my life
You are my world, my life
But today I free you of the chains
Fly off to green lands not trodden
Discover the newness, color of life
Fall in love with the beautiful world
Explore the hills, springs, the land of sun
Live life stringless
Know your true love
Come back beautiful
I will wait.
(C)mimpi
You go love bird, go off the strings
And explore the colors of the world
I am letting go you of my true love
I know that you know I love you true
I know that you know you are my life
You are my world, my life
But today I free you of the chains
Fly off to green lands not trodden
Discover the newness, color of life
Fall in love with the beautiful world
Explore the hills, springs, the land of sun
Live life stringless
Know your true love
Come back beautiful
I will wait.
(C)mimpi
January 19, 2012
Color my heart
Originally published in IBW
The sky splashing colors
Blue red, oranges
Dark green, light green, purples, pinks
The best is the not-so-red color
The virgin red is very close to my heart
Full of hope, power and love
So what it’s not-so-red?
Difference between red and not-so-red
Is just a shade or two
You give the not-so-red
And I will color my heart a shade darker
A perfect virgin red.
The sky splashing colors
Blue red, oranges
Dark green, light green, purples, pinks
The best is the not-so-red color
The virgin red is very close to my heart
Full of hope, power and love
So what it’s not-so-red?
Difference between red and not-so-red
Is just a shade or two
You give the not-so-red
And I will color my heart a shade darker
A perfect virgin red.
Who are you?
Originally published in IBW
Who are you?
Who really are you
You find more happiness in my pains
Than in your own happiness
You await my sad moment to be happy
You highs do not seem to amuse you anymore
You find solace in my humiliation
You stalk me instead of contemplating your life
You smile when I cry
You hate it when I laugh
Who really are you
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who really are you
You find more happiness in my pains
Than in your own happiness
You await my sad moment to be happy
You highs do not seem to amuse you anymore
You find solace in my humiliation
You stalk me instead of contemplating your life
You smile when I cry
You hate it when I laugh
Who really are you
Who are you?
Happy birthday my girl
Originally published in IBW
The hand pulling rickshaw puller
Struggled his feet through the
Hot and burning stone street
The lady sat fat with lot of extra shopping weight
Her right hand never stopped feeding her mouth
She ate as if there would be no tomorrow
And the puller pulled like there would be no tomorrow
His feet all bare and rough
The soles tough, distracting the stones
The sun was merciless
He eyed a bunch of young people
Gorging on the colored drinks
Two children playing with ice cubes
The lady still munching the snacks
The puller rode like a horse now
He can’t waste any time
He has to meet his little girl
Who’s been waiting since forever
He needs 20 rupees more
To buy her a birthday gift
The gift she’s been wanting since last year
The puller got the fat lady down safely to her house
Took the money, sidelined the rickshaw
He went to an ever old, shabby shoe shop
Shopped for a couple of chappals
Bought his choice and came home
Wearing the sandals in blue straps
His girl gave him a big hug and a tearful kiss
He finally made her day.
The hand pulling rickshaw puller
Struggled his feet through the
Hot and burning stone street
The lady sat fat with lot of extra shopping weight
Her right hand never stopped feeding her mouth
She ate as if there would be no tomorrow
And the puller pulled like there would be no tomorrow
His feet all bare and rough
The soles tough, distracting the stones
The sun was merciless
He eyed a bunch of young people
Gorging on the colored drinks
Two children playing with ice cubes
The lady still munching the snacks
The puller rode like a horse now
He can’t waste any time
He has to meet his little girl
Who’s been waiting since forever
He needs 20 rupees more
To buy her a birthday gift
The gift she’s been wanting since last year
The puller got the fat lady down safely to her house
Took the money, sidelined the rickshaw
He went to an ever old, shabby shoe shop
Shopped for a couple of chappals
Bought his choice and came home
Wearing the sandals in blue straps
His girl gave him a big hug and a tearful kiss
He finally made her day.
Festive newness
| The cumulonimbus sky beckons The concrete nature turning lucid There is something in the air hard to define The fun frolic newness New clothes, new plans, new hopes New sky, new color, new love The old Durga – in this new world Live the festive newness Originally published in IBW |
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