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
long
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.
“Baby…”
Under the star light, he silently moved towards her.
She was sitting on the pier, gazing at the ripples of water, appearing on the sea surface. They were on a vacation and he was in a weird mood all the time.
“Baby”
She heard his voice and looked back. He had a sharp knife, clenched in his left hand with a mad look in his eyes. She was speechless, her mouth gasped open. Coming back to her senses, she shrieked.
“Listen, baby”
She wailed a long cry for help.
Lights switched on and people came pouring out, some spreading torchlight to brighten the night in front of them.
“What?”
“What happened?”
“Who was that?”
“Did you hear…?”
“Mom, I am afraid.”
“Hey, do you know?”
Rushing towards the location, they saw the entire scene; a mad man with a knife going to kill a young woman.
“Hey…,” a brave man moved ahead, talking to the man with the knife, “Throw that away. You can’t do anything to her now.”
“But…”
“Throw it away.”
He threw it away.
“And what is in you right hand. What are you hiding?”
He brought his hand forward to show a chocolate cake, resting on his palm.
A wave of shock fell across the peering crowd and the muttering started again.
“It is for my wife. It is her birthday; so I brought across a cake for her to cut down under the celestial light. It was a surprise,” he meekly said and started to cry.
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* Written in response of the Trifecta Challenge: Light
Random Poetry
Fibonacci
See
me
in the
eyes of
nobody else but
only that of your very own.
Five-Liner
Meet
me on
the river side
where is situated the
temple.
Fibonacci
The
long
chatter
you have had
with yourself, for sure
did terrify me completely.
Haiku
beam of Sun over the
top of the enchanting tree
trapped in memory.
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