when you don't

 

Love hates #scrutiny.

Oh! Don't ask why I'm pissed off

When you don't turn up.

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#haiku #senryu ?

Leaders!!!

 

I don't like leaders,

Castrated ram with a bell,

#Bellwether of hate.

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#haiku #senryu ?

Stimulation

 

Morning exercise:

#Reinvigorate love with

A helping of lust.

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#haiku #senryu ?

Double entendre

 

Love poem's ready.

Should I include #extrusion?

Double entendre?

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#haiku #senryu ?

bearable lightness of being

 

These days, I heed not

#Bearable fickle nature.

Flimsy relations.

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#haiku #senryu ?

the ghost

 

Can you see the ghost

Standing there at that window

Blocking not the dusk-lit corridor

Staring at nothingness

Or is it a reflection

Of me and an unsure past

That technicolour #wrapper

An empty waste not discarded?

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symmetry breaking

"Long long ago,

Before the #constellations were born,

There was love."

"BS"

"Ain't joking,

The sequence of symmetry breaking,

Needed care."

"WTF"

"The Big Bang,

Definitely not a one night stand,

Work of art."

"Your 3-9-3 syllable structure has given me a headache."

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Shut up, my love

 

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It was late evening, still one hour away from home, where the green backwater lakes are barely separated from the blue frothy sea by a thin shimmer of brown sand, when the British guy started to sing.

 

I could hear his voice across those separating walls. #Bass voice, not really a good singer, using an old style, a mixture of Bob Dylan or Al Stewart or Cat Stevens. Along with the chug-chugging train, the rickety-rackety beat of wheels on tracks, the evening birdsong and the rush of cool air from outside, he sang in bursts, with pauses while cooking up those lines I suppose, but clear and slow.

 

Nothing great but I still tried to catch each word with the guilt and delight of a voyeur and an eavesdropper. Grasping, gasping, grappling...for life...with life...

from

https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2011/01/tell-me-my-love.html

interference

 

The people of Kadalil could be fickle in matters of the heart. The tongue that joked could also be malicious. They allowed some affairs. In some cases, their interference was invasive and persistent, and made families #seethe with shame and rage, even self-destruct. 

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from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2016/10/bumpkin.html

Identity

 

I was known as the Elena Ferrante of the East.

Blurbs changed when my identity was revealed.

"Cheat!" 

"Writing as a woman!"

"Plagiarized my infidelity."

"Calls religion god's cruel #prank on humanity!"

Friends got reimbursement. 

Lost solitude. Found loneliness.

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