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
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
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These are so damn cool especially so for a first attempt.
"He squats on the night
street, wipes fictional tears and
mends broken glasses"
Good going.
Thanks for dropping by at my blog and helping me discover you!
:)
Some people say that
Seventeen syllables is
not enough, but I
disagree
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
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roger-> ur comments sometimes surpass ur posts
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