The night the shorn trees
Broke free from our clutch of death,
#Naivete's end.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
#vss365
Finding his shoelaces undone, Mr. Bhaskar raised his leg onto a nearby step and bent over.
His boss, still in party mode, remarked loudly, "Now, isn’t that a rump worth a hiding?" And, she spanked his bottoms, just once but loud and visible to all gathered there.
He stood to attention. Mrs. Bhaskar’s round eyes got rounder, fury nearly brimming over. She tried to #console a sheepish-looking Mr. Bhaskar, "Oh love, how you must feel! Please do not be hard on yourself. It's not your fault."
The other females kept their head lowered, clearly relieved that their mate’s behind was not involved. The men were divided. Most had an expectant look towards the amused boss. The rest, the conventional straight-laced lot, proudly turned nationalist and decided to resist a custom borrowed from a colonial past.
Mr. Bhaskar remained silent. He wondered if he should tell his wife that it's fine for a woman to slap a man’s behind, and probably a woman’s too, even though it is deemed inappropriate for a man to do so to a man or a woman.
In such matters, it is impossible to be equals.
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/01/an-inequality-between-equals.html
#vss365
What would this life be–
in the promised hundred–
if this be the remembered one?
Born to be one, the heart to pound alone,
Any company but solitude be folly.
Yet, one dances on the #razor’s edge,
Forsaking reason, hope on love’s pledge,
In a path in the wilds, round and round,
Losing, realizing the right path–yet nowhere bound,
That be the fate of souls in mortal clay,
Bruised or hurt, seeking unknown pain each day.
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/releasing-blood.html
Why do I see us in every love story?
Is it because there was no us
And any story #tends to be better?
But there was a time for us
And we could have made our own tale,
Maybe that's not the truth
Not the lie not the half-truth.
Why do we hate love stories?
#vss365
It's a #stunning ride
In the luggage compartment
Of a packed train,
Seated on the floor
By that door
Legs dangling out,
There are no mates
Better than the nobody there,
And you need a mate
To wake you up
Before you fall off
The train to stunning nowhere.
#vss365
#truestory
Waiting for doctor,
It's tough to think about love.
Yama's no Cupid.
But, gallows humour
Sounds truer than TLC.
But, truth is not nice.
With one foot in grave,
Revenge and #victory lose
Their place to slumber.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
Those who have been near death
Talk of some #luminous marvel
At the end of a pitch black tunnel.
Those who have not been near death
Think there's power outage in their tunnel.
There's another lot
In that tunnel.
They don't say or see much.
They are nowhere everywhere.
#vss365
Is it #trickery
When gods apply Murphy's Law
To decide my life?
#vss365
#haiku #senryu
To #pen a new line.
To edit by the rules.
To erase the spirit.
To succumb to readers.
To forget senses dead.
To pen the last line.
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-pen-2003.html
“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 ?
I left before you were taken to the pyre.
Not a tear when your mum and I hugged.
I lied to her, "She'll be with us."
I saw your abuser but I didn't bash his face in.
They wanted us cursèd ghosts out of their #orbital.
In my cave, I laugh and scream, "She'll be with us."
#vss365
Long ago, I had the luck
To compare the #lambent sunrise
And the look you gave me.
Curled up against each other,
We forgot it's bad luck
To compare the sublime.
So long ago.
#vss365
The day before the end of the world,
I prayed for a companion till the end,
Good gods misconstrued that as #abstraction of the end,
Bad gods took it as gallows humour.
#vss365
To #survive I left
All that I used to call life.
Maya, anyway.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
Yesterday, a cousin hanged herself.
For an hour, it was all about her.
For 30 minutes, we accused her spouse.
For 10, her kids. M-in-law, of course.
Lowered our heads,
Watched reels on mobile,
Noted callertunes not prayers,
Was hers Mission Impossible or Total #Recall?
#vss365
What was I thinking
When all seemed #achievable?
Some flicker of luck, probably,
Dreams of grandeur too,
Did I hope my life would
Allow that which others get?
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2022/11/thoughts-perhaps.html
“But there could be...”
“Others? Last one was a poet. Tender soul. #History feeds him stories, the present’s a grief and the future’s non-existent. He strives for penury. For freedom’s sake, his emotions revolve around his words.”
“Wouldn’t life be better with him?”
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-cargese-to-akathumuri.html
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 ?