Faceless Life, Gripping Stories..

Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 -

 Day 3 – February 3rd – Theme: Paint the Image

Photo Clicked by Anand of: Apple Blossom's Photography

Also shared with Rebecca's Haiku My Heart...

Rugged hands smile

with warm feel of coins;

faceless life..

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Faceless life;

handiwork of time tell

gripping stories..

RS :)

Haiku Challenge @ Few Miles

Haiku Challenge

Day 2 – February 2nd – Theme or Word: Mother

An infantile frock;

my mother's aroma

in my first wear…

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Winter feels warm,

cold winds sing in summers;

mother's lap..

RS:)

Haiku Challenge by SiS...& 3WW

HAIKU CHALLENGE

Day 1 – February 1st – Theme: Freestyle

Thanks to SiS  @ Few Miles!

Iced thoughts ;
a cube of frozen haiku

melts on the paper

Gleaming  eyes

gaze at sneezing words ;

hearts spill warmth


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Also written for 3WW
Detach, Jolt, Surge



Day detaches
from the surging night;
Jolted daydreams

RS :)

Mad Butterfly..

Written for OSI Prompt : Wrong..
Thanks to Sandra of La Palabra Diminuta for this week's prompt.



Mad Butterfly...



Mad butterfly
snubs the blooming flower;
wrong vibes..

And then rests on
the shadow of a rose;
right of love..

Tries to sprinkle
some colour of her wings;
vain struggle

Each flutter
disturbs flowers around;
sun wipes shadow

Rose understands,
sends vibes to call her;
mad butterfly..

RS :)

Jealous Fairies..

Written for Haiku Heights

prompt : Crimson 

Thanks to Nimue for prompt

Jealous Fairies..

Her heart grows wings

for a colourful flight;

Crimson sky

She flies alone

to shake hands with angels;

jealous fairies

Wears crimson

to meld with the skies;

hide and seek

Fills her pockets

with some glittering stars;

collectors item..

Oh, my dream melts

and I see crimson flowing;

she gifts me wings..

 

RS :)

Happy Morning Dew..

Written for

Haiku My Heart

and

Haiku Heights..

Happy Morning Dew..

A new day breaks
with cover of clouds;

happy morning dew

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Happy morning dew;

her heart goes out for

Sun-flowers

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Sunflowers

can't even turn crimson ;

she walks on

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She walks on;
feels the dew on the grass
under her feet..

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Under her feet

lies joy , eyes are sad;

a new day breaks..

 RS :)

Thanks for tremendous response to last week's
'She Picks Moon's Smile..'