Sacrifice Haiku

bleeding crevices

soil enriched with sacrifice

a lifeless body

~

sacrificial pier

stains of grotesque history

fade away with time

~

sacrificing lamb

look of knowing in dark eyes

death is singular

* For Carpe Diem # 241.

Bruised

 

She was bruised.

“You have come so late. Where have you been?”

She silently drifted towards her room without answering and latched the door. And there she fell at that very position on her knees and the tears welled up in her eyes. Her mouth gaped open and a muffled voice of shock escaped her mouth. She bit on the curtain so as to prevent her wail be heard by anyone.

She was retching. She ran towards the washroom while bile rose up in the back of her mouth and she puked her miseries out.

She couldn’t believe what had happened with her.

“It is my fault.” She wiped away what was left of her mascara and lipstick and rubbed her papery white skin. The tears had dried out. She clawed at her face.

“It is my fault.” She faced the mirror.

“I am bruised and it is my fault.”

* Written in response of VisDare 27.

innocent

innocent she was

in her resolute silence

 

innocent she was

in her underlying posture

 

innocent she was

in her gullible gestures

 

innocent she was 

in her worthwhile moments

 

innocent she was

when she thrived and dreamed

 

innocent she is

when she shed those pearls

 

innocent she is

in her emotionless words

 

innocent she is

in  her dead eyes

 

innocent she is

in her submissive forms

 

innocent she is

in her nude covers

 

a sculpture of innocence

she was, she is.

 

* Inspired by the photograph titled Innocent by amberafrica. It is extraordinary.

Fireworks Tan Renga

after fireworks

the silence is clearer

darkness is deeper

~

eyes look upon the dark sky

awaiting another blaze

* Written in response of Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge # 4.

* The intriguing haiku is written by Bjorn Rudberg. The challenge was to write a couplet, two verses of 7 syllables each, complimenting the haiku.

Here is another one,

after fireworks

the silence is clearer

darkness is deeper

~

ears keep on buzzing with sounds

eyes glisten with faded light