Can you recognize
The you of yesterday?
I had some answer
Which I forgot too fast.
It's scary, you know,
If you failed to love me.
Is fail the right word,
I failed, I know too well.
Now, when I have lost
Words for love and anger,
Stranger is partner,
The you of yesterday.
I don't have a place to call home
I don't have a woman to call love
I thought I had all that
For a day or two I had all that
There are days when I can remember
That dream in which I had all that.
#vss365
"Is there a temple on this #skerry?"
"This is not a skerry. We call it thuruthu. There's a temple for lovers---the Place of No Return."
"Lovers?"
"Only couples are allowed. If they are truly lovers, they won't return."
"What happens to them?"
"What happened to us?"
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/11/path-of-no-return.html
If you really think
You can #impact the future
With your #vote, dream on.
#vss365
#vssdaily
#haiku #senryu ?
They let their fingers search, grasping, teasing, caressing each #hollow and vein, following the creases, the mounts and the valleys, racing, slowing, their breaths cooling and blowing winds that ruffle all those layers which years have deposited;
#vss365
1/4
close but a little away but closer than ever; no weeping willows, just tresses uncared but natural above, laying shadows; tears as dew or rivulets dampen, soften, the smell of earth ploughed fresh, each muscle straining to produce;
2/4
landscape urging the farmers, as they pluck, cut, dig deeper, harsh at times, kneading the flesh between fingers, feeling the texture, sensing what it is, what it should be; weeds ripped, searching up, below, side and over till the roots of disuse are gripped, mangled,
3/4
strangled, shed aside; little blossoms, tiny hair standing, trying, asking forgiveness, granted, growing; fingers feeling, nerves awakened, kisses, little bites, pinches, sucking tenderly; the morning over marshes of yesterday, the pasture of today, life, life, life...
4/4
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-for-weekend-from-scrap-shop-v.html
With much #astuteness,
A modus operandi
To fail: shut out all.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
(pic from X/the Internet)
When I talked about love,
Your #pejorative criticism
Could not be mistaken
For jealousy or possessiveness.
Undisguised malice,
Wielded so brutally,
Leaving no survivors,
When we talked about love.
#vss365
Zombies don't shuffle
And #forage for human flesh.
They aren't creeps like us.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
Why do I use words
That's like a hopeless prayer?
For example, #guide.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
what's with them
liking poetry
no twists in the tale
not even a cliff-hanger
it's not the brevity
or life love lust
or ways to #slaughter
not even a romp in the sack
why do they lie #together
not ask a question
not in blank verse
not even in iambic whatameter
#vss365
#NALove
I promised to change.
For that, I had to exchange
Old love for new love.
#vss365 #change
#haiku #senryu ?
I remember my first glass of #champagne.
That too with strawberries and such. With her.
"Can I just have 7up and French fries?"
"I was going to suggest the same."
We didn't curl up in front of a fireplace.
We were nude and happy. And already ghosts.
#NALove
I heard "#Aloha"
And thought about its meaning.
Missed love #forever.
#vss365
#NALove
#haiku #senryu ?
"How did you like the trip?"
"Overrated places. Where was Romance?"
"The #quintessence of honesty, you are."
"What's with those statues? Men with small..."
"Went with your spouse?"
"Huh?"
"It was ok for me. With my lover."
"Forgotten we are both, huh?"
"But..."
#vss365
When you don't respond,
I hear your disapproval.
#Critique: no future.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
Without an #iota of doubt.
That's all I wished for from love.
One wish too many.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
I tried a dating site called Bonding.
In the bio-data, it asked
'#Element of:';
'Nothing', I said, of course.
People refused to swipe right on me.
I tried to change my bio. But I could not. I wrote to Customer Support. They replied: 'How can you bond?' Fair enough.
#vss365
It is an empty white room. He must have seen doubt on my face.
“Did you expect gods and demons? Or, deities and symbols with stories? Or, a #mirror to reflect the inner good or evil? Here, the power of the mind will do. Some call it insanity. Some call it black magic.”
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-behind-calm.html
Did he not assume his thought and feeling outweighed all,
On that day he twisted facts, ignored truth and incited a #riot?
Why did I assume it mattered what I thought
And forgot that my action mattered most?
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/10/i-think.html
For them, #elf_glory
must have been the light at the
end of the tunnel.
Just another traffic jam.
But, in 30 minutes, 37 dead.
It's the work of a god pissed off with all, they say.
The latter I am. The former? Hahaha if that's what you call the one in the middle.
#vss365
I am the living dead to them.
My eldest #sibling is a Dean in a famous University. The other is a doctor.
They avoid me now.
My father too. He used to talk about his third kid when I was rich and successful. Now, I'm a memory lost.
No point reminding people of that.
#vss365
There is work till half past noon, upon that land so moodily fertile; I do not talk to the trees, that’s for the the loony; I do not caress the land or my woman; I #shovel, dig, deep, spit, sweat, curse with relief; I lie on top, breathing hard, resting in the shade.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/07/space-between.html
After school, I went to a college far from home. I guess that last part was the operative part for me – far from home. There, I got to know the power of religion, caste, color, language, class and beliefs. I was not naïve. But the fervent, #radical and senseless grouping of youngsters, the youngest around seventeen and the oldest barely twenty two, was overwhelming. The main clubs were based on simple stuff like region or language. It was awful to see the crème de la crème of society enforce a tacit apartheid. The chanting at the campus temple seemed loud and combative, and the display of saffron or sandalwood paste just ostentatious. In that small campus village, the Christians’ orthodox Sunday school and the Muslims’ mandatory prayer meetings appeared resentful and vindictive. The left-leaning intelligentsia lived in their cuckoo-land, copycats, so obviously false but still fashionable. There was even a large snooty clique that followed Ayn Rand. In one way or the other, each group believed in their superiority and in subjugating others.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/05/being-bad.html
On Sunday, we tried matrimony,
By Wednesday, it became a #kerfuffle,
The #vexatious part was over by Friday,
We now rest in peace, forever, separate.
#vss365
O wicked one! Why do you charm me so?
Life seems so light with its wish to join you,
But the gentle air alone caresses and beckons.
Memory slips away to that distant time
When with such a sight we delighted,
But now, your hand not in mine, I face Solitude’s #wrath.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-time-i-wrote-about-love.html
2024 is 2023.
Just another name to give hope.
Woke up after a restless night.
Cleaned. Read. Wrote.
Posted a true life story.
Got less than 100 views. With likes less than 100% of that.
Drove around town before lunch. Everyone seemed sleepy.
Slept till they called it 2025.
