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Between small lines: haiku poetry,

Published by The Manoj Arora in category Poetry with tag poem | poetry

Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of three lines with five-seven-five (or less) syllable pattern. It conveys a simple idea in the minimum number of words to produce the maximum effect.

I’m just a beginner, and here are some of my works.

two notes
the cuckoo’s countless songs
my deadline passes

young hands, with guns
laid among the soldiers
resting

mommy’s deft hands
needle, thread, stitches
the doll’s crooked smile

silver moon dripping
divine straits
upon dark seas

the stoutest rope
breaks, though at last
weight of the weather

shattered mirror
in pieces shapeless, reflects
vestigial foes

[Vestigial: no longer in use. (here) forgotten.]

silver, liquid snow
kisses winter farewell
down by the river

taste of fire and sex
I, sunshine and gunpowder,
explode in orgasm

our love at first light
uneventful occasion-
well, almost

mirror lake, leaf falls
the sky kisses the shore
in ripples

an empty promise
of a lovely burden
the rage of stillbirth

[Stillbirth- a stillbirth occurs when a foetus has died in the uterus.]

debris of charred dreams
a final blow, fade ‘way
feath’ry as spindrift.

[Spindrift- Spray blown from the crests of waves by the wind.]

thirteen loud chimes
her glorious scythe
and my crimson neck

eagle soaring
attitude and altitude
yet preys on roadkills

sudden rain
no more boundaries
my map complete

nacreous bubbles
though exotic come apart
the same finger

[Nacreous- iridescent; Brilliant, lustrous, or colorful in effect or appearance.]

adorns the turnpike
creased map, blurred boundaries
nailed to a red cross

try to slow her down
her chimes- regrets that seep
into my tomorrows

scattered alphabets
groups of AKs and SMGs
bark at each other

rusty sunset
the beep loud, pauseless; it’s time
to catch the westbound

[‘to catch the westbound’ means to die.]

This is my first attempt at such poetry and I’d love to hear your views on it. Do comment. Do tell me which ones you like, which ones spoke to you. If I sound vague in my work, it’s partly intentional; it’s fun to see a reader’s mind working on my piece, trying to figure out what it means. And usually readers understand the meaning. And sometimes even better: they form a new one.

If you come up with something, do post it in the comments. I’d love to see that.

And you can check out more of my works and other stuff on my blog. Here’s the link-

https://themanojarorablog.wordpress.com

That’s all, for now.

 

-The Manoj Arora.

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