Haiku

Haiku My Heart



Today, I am feeling honoured to share my Haiku published in latest Issue 45.1 of Modern Haiku, USA..


Lipstick mark
on the edge of the glass;
her empty promise



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Here's adding a fresh one...


she smashes a glass;
a pair of love-birds land
in her balcony


RS:)

Drifting Clouds.. Haiku..

Haiku for Haiku Horizons..

Prompt: Drift..

drifting clouds;

he happily hides

in her thoughts..

RS:)

Trees Lend Ears.... Haiku

Haiku My Heart..

Trees Lend Ears..

clouds gather

to gossip about earth;

trees lend ears

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Trees lend ears;

birds quietly pick up 

words for songs

**

Words for songs;

she dances bare foot 

as rain falls..

RS:)

Head Is Elsewhere... Haiku

Haiku for Haiku Horizon
Prompt: Fly..


Happiness 
grows colourful wings;
butterfly..

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Butterfly
flies over my head;
head is elsewhere

**

Head is elsewhere;
heart takes its own flight
without asking me..


RS:)

Your Dreams Fulfilled..Carpe Diem: Distilling Haiku..

Carpe Diem Distillation #8, John McCrae's "In Flanders Fields"

Here is the poem "In Flanders Field" by John McCrae:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

© John McCrae 

Now ro glean a Haiku out of it....Well , it's a challenge that deserves to be accepted

We carry your torch

burning poppies of hatred;

sleep in quiet and peace..

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Sleep in quiet and peace;

aha, gardens of love grow 

around your graves...

**

Around your graves

let joyous life emerge;

your  dreams fulfilled....

RS:)

She Hides Her Wings..Haiku

Rebecca's Haiku My Heart




Closed window,
soft light,softer music;
she hides her wings

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She hides her wings;
light fades, music stops,
window opens

**

Window opens;
she spreads her wings and
just flies away 




RS:)

As New Battlefields Come-up

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #35,

Managua's "let the ravens come

Let the ravens come

let them smile as they pick the flesh

from the battlefield  (Managua)

they shall never be hungry
as new battlefields come-up (RS)



RS:)

Her Dark World; Her Happy World - Carpe Diem Haiku

Carpe Diem #466, Raven (Native American)

Sun is safe in a box 

under his bed;

her dark world 

Her dark world; 

stars happily gleam

in his pockets 

Lo, Sun jumps out,

stars spill out of pockets!

her laughing world

Her laughing world;

Raven refuses to be

seen in the light

RS:)

This Side, That Side ..Haiku

Haiku for Haiku Horizon

Prompt: Present..and
Sacrifice for KP's Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem #465, Sacrifice

I live in the 'Now';
the other side,
will it be a present..

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This side, that side;
my dreams dance
in between


**

he is not present
and none calls him by name;
just a body lies..



RS:)

Words Jump Out of Mead

Carpe Diem #464, Inspiration

Here's my post for KP's Carpe Diem..

Odin's love for me

as haiku capture's joy;

words jump out of mead 

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Words jump out of mead;

a haiku dances in front 

of her gleaming eyes...

RS:)

Hungry Child at Home.. Carpe Diem Special..

Carpe Diem Special #91, Jack Kerouac's 2nd "girls come by shades"

JK Wrote:

Neons, Chinese restaurants

coming on -

Girls come by shades

© Jack Kerouac

And My haiku in the spirit of what Jack wrote:

hungry child at home;

she waits for some car with

hungry man to stop

RS:)

Solo Wingless Flight..Haiku

Rebecca's Haiku My Heart



Nothing between me
and the vast blue sky above;
soft blades of green grass


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Soft blades of green grass;
her voice brings me back from
solo wingless flight


RS:)

My Mom's Pats of Love.. Haiku

Carpe Diem Ghost Writer May 4, Cathy Tenzo of Haiku Plate Special and Yggdrasil

Here is my first participation KP..

Looking up, she takes

first raindrops straight on her face;

splash of joyous smile 

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splash of joyous smile;

a butterfly quietly sits

on my left shoulder

**

on my left shoulder

shines an imprint of her hand;

my mom's pats of love

RS:)

A Distant Home... Haiku..

Written for Haiku Horizons

Prompt: Ring




Her young round lips 
throw out white rings of smoke;
a distant home 


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A distant home;
Mom sells her rings to give 
her fairy wings


RS:)

WITHOUT PREFACE OR A PROLOGUE - Blog-a-Ton

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 46; the forty-sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

WITHOUT PREFACE OR A PROLOGUE

I want her to forever

stay on the same page with me

Because it feels good

It feels beautiful

It's kind of a flow like a river

Whom the parched lands

Call out for seeking love

And who quietly meanders through

the meadows and the valleys

Which  appear every

Now and then, 

Just like  thoughts which arise

Without preface or a prologue 

And melt too

I want her to forever

stay on the same page with me

Because the page is clean

With Happiness written on it

In bold letters

Where the words like Joy, Peace,

and Comfort, and Love

Cuddle together to 

Create  a symphony of poems 

And haiku, every day , day after day

Ah, it's kind of a blessing

To be on the same page 

With her , always..

And then, time continues to 

Leave its footprints too

Some dark, some light

Some glowing , some faint

And that's what makes me 

Contemplate about one more word

Emblazoned on that page

In full glory and sparkle

LIFE...

And I sit quietly looking at 

That crescent in the sky with 

A lonely star trying to get nearer

I don't want to be there
In that moment of timelessness;

when THE PAGE WILL TURN....

RS:)

Ramesh Sood

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Fight at Mango Shop..Haiku

Rebecca's

Haiku My Heart

Ah, sweetness carries

some very bitter taste;

fight at mango shop

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Fight at mango shop;

her sweet thoughts become his balm 
for frayed feelings,

RS:)

My Broken Flute...Haiku

Written for Haiku Horizons..

Prompt : Sound

She fondly recalls

those inspired fresh tunes;

ah, my broken flute

RS:)