I know that I should think
Of the #blood spilled
Of the #wounds inflicted
Of the pain and the agony
But I have got to stay sane
To ignore all that
And remember love
And feel you with me
And share the beautiful
Before I think of all that I do not wish to know.
#vss365
Why did I leave her?
Cold black instead of #lambent,
Her eyes said get lost.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
The dead don't disturb
Unlike the creepy greedy
#Ghosts of the living.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
"Why are you wearing a black ribbon, Arjun?"
"My pet cockroach was murdered."
"Pet what?"
"Ma'am, after reading 'Metamorphoses', I had a dream in which Swapna turned into that."
"Swapna, are you wearing one to share his #pain?"
"No, Ma'am. I killed the wrong one."
#vss365
I was sixteen when it was discovered.
It seems we have been born straight from some historical age into the current times.
That life of some yesterday, after death, decided to park its #soul or DNA or whatever, here, in us.
#vss365
from my old note:
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/01/afterlife.html
Thoughts merely placed-
in parenthesis-
which is within or without
which is in light or in #shadow
which is to barricade or to escape-
is a matter of mirth.
Waking to the alarum of resolution-
a clarion call or a swan song-
love or skeptic, live or die?
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-flight-1993.html
Scream, shall I? Mourn, maybe.
O poets, I can love. And, fight wars.
Brood about a world going waste.
But, they will say it’s an old story.
Tough they are with no hope.
With wise words to #soothe or sting.
Then, is there reason to write?
I am tired. Tired being tired.
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired.html
"What do you do, my love?"
"I'm a taxidermist."
"Really? I thought interest in that was on the #wane."
"It's for myself."
"Ah! Any particular animal?"
"Human beings. After a date. Like this. They look rather good on bed, you know."
"Oh!"
#vss365
I looked at the Indian flag
As I would at any deity,
And there was the usual prayer,
"Take care of ALL of us."
Celebrated this Republic Day with one hope:
"I hope every Indian can afford at least one balanced meal every day."
(Balanced not only in terms of nutrition but in terms of participation too.)
My one meal today:
Rice
Chicken onion fry
Beetroot thoran
Avial
Theeyal with cashew nuts and a lauki-type vegetable
Aloo jeera Kerala style
(papad, curd, butter milk, pickle too)
I cooked only two of those items (chicken and potato).
Long long ago, at the #cusp of puberty and senility, a reliable oracle informed me that the tenth woman in my life would be THE woman.
#vss365
from an old autobiographical note that could be fiction:
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/03/tenth-woman.html
Life of a #vss365 wannabe writer:
08:00-11:00: With mother in a hospital. Ok? Maybe.
12:00-a few minutes back: With repair guy of washing machine. Ok? Maybe.
Now: #haiku or #senryu ? Ok? Never. 🙃🥲
It was #drizzling then.
Our umbrella not unfurled.
Were fingers entwined?
Do I avoid sleep
To escape this #unmoored life?
If I'm well rested
Will I not scream with anger?
Is there a metaphor
To explain this succinctly?
A leaf hiding the sun
To delay the inevitable. Maybe.
#vss365
A mature interacting group behaves like an elastic system. #Bend it a little and it will spring back. #Bend it too vigorously, you will cross a threshold, defects will stream in to stay forever. We are always in that new plastic state with immature inelastic ideas.
#vss365
from my outdated note about this place:
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/10/itihasa-of-integral-part.html
The day we lost our sense of humour,
Tried to tickle with all that used to keep us doubled over-
Politicians, influencers and followers,
Those who keep gloom and doom #loom over us-
That's a lost cause with the mojo of ghosts
Staring at their worse half 6 feet under.
#vss365
"I had a dream. I was a samurai, merrily beheading and chopping my way to my love. Finally, with her, she serves me tea."
"And, it was laced with cyanide."
"How did you guess?"
"It's you, no?"
"A love in deed, #veer indeed."
"Have your tea."
"You didn't, did you?"
#vss365
The soft #murmur said I love writing,
The shout along said I'm bad at it,
I share that with those called lovers
Not sure what I'm trying there,
Don't think they didn't laugh
Those called lovers can be mean,
Why do I confess all this
Don't think it's to call you lover.
#vss365
Should I be jealous
Of #dappled light they describe?
Without you, who cares.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
The anger, the betrayal, the needless,
The hopelessness #sear the soul,
Go on think I'm being melodramatic
With the outrage, the self-pity,
I'm the murdered one after all
And no one cares who did me in,
But then that could only mean
There's not one who is not guilty.
#vss365
"I signed your name instead of mine,
I wake up holding you even when you're gone,
I can handle any pain with you by me,
I..."
"Whazzat?"
"Love pome, Swaps."
"Ah!"
"Go on."
"One, too many I's."
"Don't get #wonky about it. I'm the one in love."
"That's the problem."
#vss365
Kids aren't what we used to be.
They don't write poetry no more.
We bawled and raged
About love lost.
That took 13 lines of doggerel.
Now, they rage and kill.
We bawled and raged
About a world gone too.
That took 31 #slapdash lines.
They don't waste time on that.
#vss365
The #vss365 serial-killer has struck again.
A #haiku (or #senryu ?) explained the how & the where.
Frozen memory-
Death in Tiger Balm Gardens.
Cooked in boiling oil.
Signed with prompt for the who & the why:
#Kooky artist.
Eschews the same old tropes.
Here to kill a yawn.
Cliff-hangers, twists and
#Unmissable denouement.
Rare in true love/crime.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
#Adorned with nothing
Other than her wit and grace.
He's punch-drunk, knocked out.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
Like the VHS tape in the 'Ring',
It's the #spooky telephone in mine.
On college campus,
Got access to it
In the third year,
Yes, long long ago,
It was the last year of my first love,
Oh no, she's still there
With another,
I was the goner
With calls too dear.
#vss365
1/3
A few years later,
In another Institute,
Still long long ago,
There was a phone
Far from my hostel room,
A girl claiming to be my wife
Called every night,
On that, I got her last call,
Not that wife who #spooked,
My last love, my only love.
#vss365
2/3
It's mobiles now,
I use it only for the macabre,
No, no more love,
That horror genre's not for me,
But the #spook rises
To claim every now and then,
Seasons come and go,
Echoes of the last brief call,
Sweet perennial thorn.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
3/3
“Swaps, I’ve understood all about love & poetry.”
“Pray, don’t tell.”
“What would we do without that? Talk politics, religion, injustice…? Brrr”
“Spook, if I tell you
I love you, will you shut up
And leave me un-#spooked?
“See, you get my point.”
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
“Class, has AI produced any lifestyle changes in your life? Arjun?”
“I’ve stopped looking at people. Everyone seems to be AI-generated.”
“Fair enough. Swapna?”
“Ma’am, I’m still waiting for an #oddball AI system.”
“Like me?”
“Yes, Arjun, it can’t match your idiocy.”
#vss365
If I had to explain love to my kid,
Will I talk about the love of my life,
Will I have to explain how it left me dead,
Will I talk about how it might not be love,
Will my #clueless state affect the mother,
If I had to explain all about the other?
#vss365
Don't say, "#Balderdash!"
Ask, "Have you said anything
That's not trivial?"
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ? (Brrr no!)
from
"Questions to ask in Scientific Seminars 😇🙃" (1674) 13th ed., vol. 13, page 13.
I refuse to rename yesterday
To squeal with #delight today
But I can do that to tomorrow
Not to scream with fear the day after.
#vss365
