gleaming bright colors
hued with the paints of sparkle
fireworks in the sky
~
fun festival times
a play of fire all around
the burning night skies
~
radiant ablaze
reflecting back the beauty
still river waters
~
the dusk approaches
warding off evil spirits
with glazing fireworks
~
across river bank
looking for the hanabi
come hoards of tourists
~
a boom and a bang
piercing silence of the dark
the lights of glory
*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 229.
going up and up
reaching for eternity
rigid, tall and straight
.
evergreen bamboo
shoots cut down and thinly sliced
boiled, to feast upon
.
survival circles
displayed around the body
every few inches
.
ward off the evil
takenoko surrounding
lonely Shinto shrine
.
wet and slippery
showered in the morning rain
a bamboo-poet writes
.
a childish cutter
gash shining stalk of bamboo
emerge moon goddess
.
shedding those gold tears
watching in pain, her moon world
born from bamboo stalk
* Written for Carpe Diem # 217 Takenoko/Bamboo Shoots
* The last two haiku are derived from a Japanese folktale; The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. I came to know about it in a Japanese cartoon show once.
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.
The evil stands up when I stand
It sleeps beside me on the bed
It is there when I eat
And also when I try to read and write
I feel its presence-
A chill descends upon my body
And my soul craves to run there and then
But I am lost
I want that evil to stand up when I stand
To sleep beside me on the bed
Be there when I eat
Also when I read and write
I want its presence around me
Because that evil is no one but me.
That evil is no one but me
Me being responsible for my deeds
I hurt myself
I kick myself in the shins
That evil is no one but me
That evil is no one but me…
That evil is no one but me
I am the one who deals with me
I am the one who is my worst enemy
I am responsible for everything
Everything, everything, everything
That evil is no one but me…
I do not know
who I am
anymore
I struggle to see
myself within
me
I do not know
who I am
anymore
I can’t find
myself
anymore.
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