but I am wicked

“but I am wicked”: I tell him and he roars
in laughter, the sky sheds silver lights
and marigolds sweep away the stench
of my embarrassing gait, I see through
the hysterical haze, to miss the worlds
of yesterday, a remiss creeper binding
me into the shrubbery devoid of sight.

to be able to speak or to be mum, to
file a memory into my eyes like a rich
embroidery woven, or to defile desires
that have a demurring allure to them,
I, he can not feel my pulse, metrical to
the sound of his voice, I repulse him
by the veracity of this hollow heart.

he is the me of days gone, yet to come.

*For With Real Toads.

Image source (“The Good Fight” by Scott Saw)

Battered by my belief, I am whole alone

to get a glimpse of attraction,

that fickle-minded monster that

makes the days miserable, wants

to have a piece of congenial love,

how pitiful is the plight of heart

that gets scorched in the sun of

ignorance, how wretched am I

to try to take things from time

which is not mine, never was

a friend(or not) yesterday evoked me

with words such that substantiates

things I had taken not into account

“A, we always leave you alone and

you do not mind”, I am battered, lost

by the treachery of my belief, my will

to breathe the winds of the company

but tis’ not in my fates, I am frugal, whole

the way I am: plain, sane, full of disdain

.

Image source

Inspired Haiku

Kikusha Ni’s Creation:-

my body all alone

in this autumn I feel –

the dusk in rain

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My inspired creations:-

alone in the field

I feel the feel of rain drops

stream of silent tears

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at the edge of ship

glancing at shades of water

lone feeling of peace

P.s.- The two haiku I have created are very close to my heart. They are written in response to Carpe Diem Special 44.