Grim Day Haiku

grim day of no light

cold wind prickling tender skin

a single drop clings

 ~

a single drop clings

others emerge from within

the whole being shivers

 ~

the whole being shivers

long look at a far distance

no light this grim day

* For MindLoveMisery’s Photo Prompt.

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Tribulation Haiku

women pounding rocks

tribulation of hard life

death-drop down the hill

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* I have seen the local women of the hilly areas cutting down the mountain rocks in order to make way for building up the road on the hills and the drop down from such an elevation.. its treacherous. But they have no other choice, this is a simple tribulation of their daily life in order to earn a living. For Carpe Diem # 243 Tribulation.

Longing for Monsoon

The earth parched thirsty, desert sand blazing hot, waiting for those first clouds to make an appearance and pour down the nectar of life; every worm, every insect, animal, bird, aching for those drops to wash their body off, taking away the layers of mud and grime, they have coated themselves in, hiding away from the ball of fire, resting up above amid the blue expanse, still devoid of the white and grey monsoon shades, they long for. 

earth’s mouth open up

waiting long for single drop

gazing up above

*The haibun is written in response of Ligo Haibun Challenge.

Foreigners: A 100 Word Story

copyright – Indira by way of Scott Vanatter

“Riding on a truck is so much fun.”

“It is amazing.”

The truck driver smiled at the two foreigners who had hitchhiked their way on his truck to the next town.

“Where you go in town?” he asked in broken English.

“Just drop us by the main city hall,” echoed the girl speaking out every word in gaps as if talking to a kid. The boy just nodded along with a wide eyed-expression.

“Okay ji.”

It was twilight and the only light source was from the beam of the truck’s headlights. Nobody uttered a single word. The truck raced on.

*My second piece for Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

Suzushi (cool/coolness) Haiku

under blazing sun

lone sweltering traveler 

comes blowing cool breeze

.

feel of a cold breeze

sleeping under a fig tree

shaded from sunshine

.

cold water shower

after a day out in heat

a sound of relief

.

heavy clouds gather

after days of summer heat

cool drop falls on cheeks

.

playing small children

suzushi environment

change in the weather

* For Carpe Diem # 218

Evolution

The evolution of a being

from the childhood’s reverie

to a grown up’s veracity

from the glimmer of the stars

to the blaze of the sun

from a small injury

to a large gaping wound

from an innocent vision

to a gruesome deed

from the world of truth

to the universe of tall tales

from a fresh water lake

to the ever salty ocean

from the protection of the nest

to the vast lonely sky

from a seed that is sown

to a pest infected plant

from the drop of nectar

to an urn of venom,

the evolution of an infant

to a grown up soul

tarnished by world

shaded by emotions

from the afternoon nap

to the insomniac nights

from the playful toys

to the killer weapons,

there is an evolution

a real evolution

of a spirit as he turns

from a joyful mirth

to an evil sneer in the end.

* Written in response of Theme Thursday Writing Prompt.

And that is when my dream breaks…

The cackling of the birds

the sound of the church bell

the whoosh of the lightly blowing wind

the drop of the drizzle like snow

the faint laughter coming from across the road

while I am sitting here

watching through an old tainted window

sipping on a cup of hot tea

a faint smile appears on my face

and that is when my dream breaks.