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RAINDROPS
After the first rains
pearly tears drip down slowly
staining window panes


NOCTURNAL JINGLE
Night madness pours through
a frenzied, mad speaker but
who is listening?


NIGHT QUEST
Walking up and down
the deserted streets searching
for my soul’s lenses


THE OLD MAN
He squats on the night
street, wipes fictional tears and
mends broken glasses


LOST PROPERTY
Some elated schoolboys
gather near a cracked wall in
search of cricket balls

Comments

Shubhodeep said…
My first attempt at haiku! Seems strange, but once I had mastered the nuances of the thing, I managed to roll off half a dozen of haikus. It seems these haikus have quite an addictive quality, especially once you've got hold of the intricacies. At last, I've found out why simple is better than philosophical. Haikus give great pleasure. Hopefully I'll be able to write some more today. But I don't know how good (or bad) these really are. Please comment!
6:19 PM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
I love them particlarly the last two they throw up wonderful immages
12:57 AM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
By the way have added your link hope that was ok?
1:02 AM
Nicole Braganza said…
They're just fantastic - each and every one! The fact that 17 syllables can capture a moment in such a manner, as you have is astounding!
2:00 AM
Casablanca said…
Ooo... this is tempting. I'm gonna try it some day!
7:56 AM
Shubhodeep said…
hey people, know what, u can spot me this week on the MTV roadies show- in the quiz. but u'll have to guess who i am.
;)
9:13 PM
Nicole Braganza said…
Dude, that is pretty damn amazing y'know! will try to catch it...
9:01 PM
Abhishek said…
good one.hoping to visit ur blog frequently.
11:19 AM
Adrian Neibauer said…
You have done a remarkable job with these haikus. Especially the first and the last one. I am impressed with your subtle use of rhyme and purpose. Well done!
8:37 PM
Jyotsna said…
I feel it is a very good attempt..i have not tried them yet but the i liked the one on raindrops a lot...
will drop by again..tx for dropping by mine
:)
8:56 PM
Russell CJ Duffy said…
I have been trying to get a grip on Haiku but have failed.
These are so damn cool especially so for a first attempt.
6:17 PM
Rita said…
Good attempt! I like the first one best :D
10:52 AM
. : A : . said…
I liked this one the best,

"He squats on the night
street, wipes fictional tears and
mends broken glasses"

Good going.
8:10 PM
saurav said…
excellent... darun lekho tumi...
8:49 PM
Pincushion said…
Hey these are really great! You seem to have got a hang of them! Never tried them myself..but i feel encouraged now. :))

Thanks for dropping by at my blog and helping me discover you!
:)
11:14 PM
gulnaz said…
they are wonderful, keep on writing....search for moments which speak to you and dont bother about comments.
1:12 AM
Roger Stevens said…
Excellent haikus. Especially for a furst attempt. May you have many more...

Some people say that
Seventeen syllables is
not enough, but I

disagree
4:16 AM
longblackveil said…
really enjoyed the hailus. yay.
8:10 AM
Lorena said…
i really liked the haikus especially Night Quest and The Old Man. i'm glad you visited my blog so that i was able to find yours :)
11:30 AM
Shubhodeep said…
sue-> thanks. ive added ur link as well.

nic->i find haikus are much more
expressive somehow

casablanca-> im looking forward to them

abhishek-> ur welcome

jyotsna-> haikus take very little to write, and yet are very satisfying

stan, rita, .:a:., cj , avik, lonblackveil, lorena ->thanks

pincushion-> ur blog is amazing

roger-> ur comments sometimes surpass ur posts

gulnaz-> thanks for visiting
8:29 PM
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