by Jagriti Rumi
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A growing collection of haikus (a Japanese form of short poetry) –
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Endless footprints following footprints
When suddenly a few of them rise
To bloom like a flower.
Evening sky,
Birds going home –
A beautiful routine.
Water touched and cooled a
Reflection – it looked clear, near, life-like
Until ripples took it away.
Fingers run on gold smooth
Lines that repaired with care the once
Broken pieces of a moment.
Orange, yellow, bright, benign fire
Dancing there, where? Far away? No, actually
Your house is on fire!
A message, tale and promise
Took the shape of a black crow
And it flew, flew, flew.
Blooming undaunted by,
Blooming graciously,
Along with the blooming universe.
Brick red, time check – I
Spent, lived, passed it all as told
By all in a rush.
The moon is close enough
Dear old house, quick, get a ladder!
I can’t, am home alone.
When choosing my flower’s colour
Blindly I pick all – the sun decides
Which one suits me more.
Clouds in the evening sky
Tell the old mountains a secret ‘secret‘
Lights on, we turn deaf.
A deafening drama at play –
Fixed on the spot, I finally clicked,
Soaking in some of it.
Keep walking! Walking? Together! Together?
For a bright future – said the leader,
Sitting comfortably on the throne.
Arched perfectly in peaceful white
Talking rarely via windows and hanging lights
With those who look up.
Tiny red dot dancing slowly
To us it appears like a walking
Prophet – Ladybird, pass or fail?
A flower knows not much
Or knows too much – ‘cause just see
How it blooms, dies, blooms.
Keep coming back here to water this collection, you can find its link on the main page as well. Merci!
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