This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .
Smoke of hate rises
Water won’t clean fanatics
Stench of burning flesh
Pour holy water
Everything will be OK
Religious smoke screen
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Tag: poem
Pain of silence
Your silence
Deadlier than a sword
Penetrating deep
Skewers the heart
And the festering wound
Like a dead weight
Sinks all pleasure
With blossoming negativity
Throbbing brain crescendo
Praying for a moment of peace
Maybe embrace of cool hands of death
Preferable to the deadly silence
You Are Old
You are old when your call is answered
And you are trying to remember who you called
You are old when your call is answered
And you ask why are you being called
You are old when your call is met with silence
And you hold the phone to your ear wondering why
You are old when your phone lies dead by your side
And you don’t remember a single number to call
So when you are still young, pick up the phone and call
Some one young at heart may respond and you have a ball
Before the fingers become stiff, ears go deaf
Eyes go blurry, memories fade and voice gets weak
Wake up, reach out, make a call and hug your near and dear ones
Friday haikus-We create homeless
Humans, we build homes
In nature no one homeless
We create homeless
Behold emptiness
Nature abhors vacuum
So we develop
Destroy to create
Build mega mansions galore
Not affordable
We trespass nature
Nature unleashes vengeance
Creates new homeless
We dream of a world
Eradicate homelessness
Nature will reclaim
Featured image from Pixabay
In the quest of a mirage
A violent beginning
A piercing scream
A new blossom
And the quest begins Continue reading “In the quest of a mirage”
Lazy Friday Thought
Ever the thought crossed our minds
The one who we seek may be hiding
Fearful of being held responsible
For the chaos that was created
Or maybe a fine tuning is going on
To remove the kinks of imperfection
May be once the agents of division
Take care of themselves fighting each other
Seeking will be unnecessary as atlast
Goodness lives in hearts of all
And the one we seek live in peace
And let us live on peace
In harmony, satisfied on reaching the goal
Shattered dreams of Super Bee Man
I was stung by a bee
Yesterday after lunch
I was hoping when
I get up in the morning
A new superhero will be born
The amazing Bee Man
Floating like a butterfly
And stinging like a bee
Alas, only lingering effect
A sight dull pain
Neither can I float
Nor can I sting
Shattered lies my dream
Of being Super Bee Man
Oh, if only I would have left
The stinger in place
And not pick it out
Of my flesh
I could have written
About the exploits of
Super Bee Man
