sweeping the porch
bright prints of raindrops
followed by splashes
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a silent bright noon
swept across the verandah-
moving shades of trees
*Written for Carpe Diem Special # 47. The first haiku is written by Jane Reichhold and the second one is my inspired creation.
The moon peered down at me through the haze, while I stool silent, lost in the reverent atmosphere. The sound of the waves was enriching and it filled my soul with a longing. And it seemed the tears would make an appearance but it wasn’t so. Their time hadn’t yet come because my longing wasn’t yet acknowledged by my soul. It was just a fleeting balloon away from the reach of my touch. But then the haze parted and the moon beam descended on me and I could see my flesh in the dark and I knew I was a breathing creature, not merely a conscious flying away in the oblivion. I recognized my longing and then those tears, I loathed and loved at the same time, spilled out but there were just a few of them. May be it was just meant to be so.
a piercing moon beam
all the past wounds torn open
realizing tears flow
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.
silent noise around
a lonely stroll down the street
finding my way back
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looking at the sky
warm sun caressing the cheeks
lips begin to hum
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 234. I know these haiku do not particularly match today’s theme. But it resonates with what nearing autumn means to me. The end of summer for me is the time when I can go for a stroll around in the city; being solitary even when I am am surrounded by a crowd. Autumn here is quite different; the trees do not shed leaves this time of the year. It is not so beautiful but it is beautiful, for it also marks the arrival of the major festivities. I now remember the autumn of the last year- it was peaceful, and it was a respite from the difficult time. I smiled, I talked to people- there was an unflinching voice within me reminding me of what I have been through and cautioning of what would happen in the future, but still I found some really good moments. Today at this stage I long for them, like when I was at that stage, I longed for a further gone away past. I have never been able to understand my longings for something which has gone or for something which resides in my fantasies. But it is so and I live with it everyday.
story of a life
narrated by zig-zag lines
engraving the skin
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remaining silent
words can never speak of it
life at its twilight
P.s.- Written in response of VisDare Challenge. I composed a story earlier, keeping in mind the image of the prompt but forgetting to consider the word.. so I ended up creating a tale with an entirely another theme and I tried but couldn’t include the significance of the word “engraved” into it. So, I have written these two haiku inspiring from the photograph. Again, the second haiku is devoid of the main word or any of its synonymous counterpart. I apologize for that.
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