This morning,
I want to write a letter,
A love letter, perhaps,
To whomsoever it may concern,
Oh, stop, wandering mind.
My dearest one,
Do you know why I haven't written to you for so long?
I don't.
I keep waiting.
For you.
To interrupt.
My love.
Miss you.
Ha! That's true.
“There’s one thing good about war:
News—total BS,
Everyone’s a murderer,
And there are no friends.”
“For true writers who balance truth with lies, support #wavers:
There’s too much fiction,
History gets a chapter,
Can’t even sell love.”
“Ah! Bad!”
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
I sleep so well now.
The young are on the right path.
They are like machines.
No soc m, no po*n,
No ciggie, not a foot wrong.
No joy, no freedom.
Nirvana from birth?
Will they kill their Frankenstein-
#Bountiful machines?
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
#Democracy is the only system of government which shows without any reasonable doubt that the majority has chosen a narcissistic psychopath as a leader.
In the good ol' days, democracies chose leaders & governments that gave the masses the chance to say, "No one else has a bigger joker.".
Now, even democracies don't allow that freedom.
#justsaying
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 ?
"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
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.
#vss365
Theory of love:
#Happenstance and catalyst
Are main ingredients.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
"Sorry," He said.
"Me too," The Other said.
For their soldiers, it was just another #skirmish over ideology.
"Sorry?" I said.
"You should have been the collateral damage," He said.
"Not your love," The Other said.
I left God, Devil and their crew to be all alone.
#vss365
A man is beating his wife. She refuses to cower before him, getting up like a nearly KO-ed #boxer, giving back with a guttural hoarse tongue.
A young man in the gathering crowd approaches them. To help. The wife turns on him. The crowd laughs. Cheers for the fighters.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/11/walking-tour.html
Joined an online matrimonial site.
My proposal: “Looking for a trustworthy companion.”
I got declined even before I swiped right.
Contacted the admin about the #glitch.
The reply: “You have been blocked – trustworthy people do not look for trustworthy companions.”
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/04/avatar.html
Fcuk you, #nirvana.
Said that when love and I met.
When death took her, too.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
#vss365
To control earthlings (b4 MAD & #radioactive disaster):
1. Destroy belief in democracy and the republic.
(a) People vote for 'the best of the worst'.
(i) Voters can't make out who is left, right, center, fascist or religious fundamentalist.
(ii) Use rich androids to influence the masses.
(iii) Increase the number of jobless addicted to losing gambles.
(iv) Mollycoddle the middle-class before extermination.
(b) Update software if you need 1(b).
from 'Handbook for AI (& Aliens)' (2013), 3rd ed., chap.1
#vss365 #myopic
Socalgia is a type of pygalgia.
For the sake of generality, “soc” here includes any channel of chatter and social networking using information and communication technology (ICT). It should be emphasized here that the “pain” relates to that experienced at a personal and psychological level and does not include the distress caused by virulent attacks involving identity theft, virtual bullying and hate-mongering.
In its first decade, the rapid growth of various channels of chatter via ICT was mostly viewed through rosy, though #myopic, lenses. In its second decade, businesses and governments realized its immense scope.
What began as a means for virtual bonhomie has evolved into the proverbial Trojan horse. Even ardent fans ask, "It feels good but what lies within?"
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogalgia-3-examples-of-growing-problem.html
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
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
"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
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
