15 relatives, 4 friends, 1 enemy and 3 unexpected at my funeral.
The enemy stands next to my love. Hand in hand.
Would have made sense if they had killed me.
One of those 3 did that.
Love #unseen? A hate
Inexplicable? Is it
Indifference? Damn!
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
23 politicians killed. In 8 countries.
Left without the soul. That's not in the forensic report.
But, soul-dead they were.
Alive but lifeless. What's new?
They left #ash sans fire.
The killer is an alien.
Did they start with the easiest targets?
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
Love hates #scrutiny.
Oh! Don't ask why I'm pissed off
When you don't turn up.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
I don't like leaders,
Castrated ram with a bell,
#Bellwether of hate.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
Love poem's ready.
Should I include #extrusion?
Double entendre?
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
These days, I heed not
#Bearable fickle nature.
Flimsy relations.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
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?
#vss365
"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."
#vss365
#vss365
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
