70 words in the flames

mindless wanderings
through the crowd
wearing corpse faces,
hollow eyes.

I see a man aglow
alone,
unhindered
by the company.

He plays a flute,
his mustache
tingling wood,
my soul.

Who is he
in this impenetrable
darkness
of these lives?

Robotic movements
go on, devoid of
any recognition
for him.

He bursts into
flames, the arcs of
revival, everything
ends.

The end begins,
bones litter
the pathways
of my mind.

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For dVerse, where we are writing tenWord poems, a form devised by Mr. Brian Miller. He says, “I call this one on tenWord, because after ten words no one is listening anyway, or already formulating their response…and what can you say in ten words…”
I have written seven such verses, which make a whole while also standing alone.

Image source– It is a digital painting by Saatchi Art Artist, Jon Holland.

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Twitter Haiku Collection

Here I am posting some of the haiku I have shared on twitter (@HowAnxious). I have arranged them in a way that you get to see a continuous slide of images:-

a bright sunflower

play of clouds and sun begins

touching the petals

 ~

sun burning orange

a dance with fiery dragon

evening flames of clouds

~

the sunbeam hours fold

blue-black-blue hues splashed across

fire coming to rest

~

thunderbolt of Zeus

a hapless beggar praying

monsoon shower starts

~

lightning strikes at night

silence abound everywhere

the devil’s treasure

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