Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

All for the love of Haikus

I love haikus and I think they are just fantastic. Although I love all kind of poetry forms, but my love for haikus has perked up my life extraordinarily. This amazing rendezvous started nearly ten years back when I was writing prolifically on different forums. As a beginner, I wrote haikus for that was the easiest thing to do when you needed to post an article daily as a paid job. I was writing haikus everyday and was loving it. It was the only thing that I was doing as a routine and loving it.

I love haikus in all forms but the ones that celebrate love liberates me. Haiku has an instant appeal and to start with I was mesmerized by its simplicity. Besides, it was never complicated and I could connect to the fervor instantly. It took me a while though to understand, conceive and learn the art of writing haikus. My passion for haikus soon made me pen down..

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For people who are not accustomed, what is haiku?

Haiku is a very popular Japanese form of poetry. Previously called hokku, haiku was given its name by the Japanese writer Masaoka Shiki by the end of the 19th century. It conveys a vivid imagery in 17 syllables, essentially dedicated to the fervor of nature with a seasonal theme. Over the years haiku has evolved and the transition has been very smooth just like the poetry form itself. Haiku can be on any theme as long as it is not complicated and designed to a render precise thought. 

"A haiku poem consists of three lines, with the first and last line having 5 moras, and the middle line having 7. A mora is a sound unit, smilar to a syllable. Since the moras do not translate well into English, it has been adapted and syllables are used as moras." 

The most popular Haiku can be represented as follows:


This one I wrote sometime back -

Tuesday rain haiku 

Tiny drop trickles
Slurs down my earthy brown cheek
Tickles me, I laugh
And this one is my personal favorite - 

You May Now Kiss the Bride haiku 

Color, pomp, prose, fun
Grandeur, giggles, glitters
Hopes sewn in I do

Haikus are very close to my heart. Although I have many haikus to my credit I still find it extremely challenging to be able to conceive one. My haikus are based on various fervor and are palpable. Sometimes they are overly sentimental, sometimes dark and sometimes funny. But all of them have a common thread - the thread of romance that celebrates nature and love.

Haiku is beautiful and each time I read one I love the form more. For me the appeal is not only in the simplicity but in the vividness, in that of the heart warming story telling. Haiku can be best described in the words of Rabindra Nath Tagore. Tagore expressed it all while describing "what is a short story" when he said 'shesh hoyeo hoilo na shesh' - Finished yet not so. I find this just apt for describing a haiku. Haiku ends before it starts and tells us an endless story.
My thoughts for the people of Nepal who are braving the earthquake

The deadly shudders
Tears, despair, loss of hope
Rains pelt weeping face

The Nepal Earthquake: Loss of humanity, history and more


Monday, April 25, 2011

Five brown eggs and Happy Easter

Five Brown Eggs

Five brown eggs in a nest of hay,
One yellow chick popped out to play.
Four brown eggs in a nest of hay,
Another yellow chick cheep-cheeped Good day.
Three brown eggs in a nest of hay,
Crack went another one, Hip hooray.
Two brown eggs in a nest of hay,
One more chick pecked his shell away.
One brown egg in a nest of hay,
The last yellow chick popped out to say,
Happy Easter!

Poem (C): .nurseryrhymes4u

Photo (C): MouD

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Be Yourself, Everyone Else is Taken: A Haiku

It was most futile
The river ne'er stops flowing
And I found myself

However hard we try we cannot change the person who doesn't want to. We are left with only two choices. Either we flow with the river or we be passive bystanders, aloof and watch it flow and take its own course. Letting go of our individuality would be something that I rather not see myself doing. I can only be a wise watcher and learn from it. And from the time I started doing it, I found myself. I found myself after long years of living others lives.

This is a tribute to all those fighter people who are just themselves and who have not given up even in the face of adversaries. Kudos...

Photo credit: NG

Sunday, August 2, 2009

August: The Month of Gratitude

Thank you


God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one to say "thank you?"
William A. Ward

Try saying this
Try saying this every time you feel like and you don't
Try saying this when you mean and when you don't
Try saying this if and when you down and you are not

And see the difference.

The smile widening, nod frequenting, hello intensifying
The eyes sparkling, heart accommodating
The world cheering

Let's make this month
The month of gratitude
Month of admiration
Month of appreciation
We all need this badly.

C'mon let's prove the world is not that bleak
Let's shrug off the hang ups and get into it
Start it, there's no better time than now.


Saturday, August 1, 2009

A hug is worth a thousand words. A friend is worth more.

On Friendship Day, I offer you my love, wishes, prayers and this ageless poem on the beauty of friendship.

When to the session of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in deathšs dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since canceled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanishšd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

William Shakespeare

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Welcome to My Numberless Dreams

Life is subtle
Life is sad, life is hurts
Life is plastering the wounds
Life is living the pains
Life is living the joys
Life is bliss
Life is life...

Here I lay unfold my numberless dreams.
Drop by, read, love, hate - do your mind. You are a joy to know...
Lots of huggles....

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30July 2009