Trespasser west wind,
Drifted all my pollen grains
I am blued and bruised !
He plunged into her heart and plundered her choicest possession, her emotions….
The arid west wind shook her and swept her invigorating pollen dust off her pistil. The brutish bumblebee quaffed her nectar and left her with painful sting marks. Yet she stood upright, looked oh-so-beautiful and smiled diligently…..
That’s the beauty of a flower and of love of the highest of its kind. The love of a giver…of flower, the benefactress!
A flower has a short-lived youth but timeless beauty which remains even after its being marred, dried or pounded. Its largesse endows it with an unmatched poise and beauty, regardless of its transience and the brutality of nature. Because it gives…
Spotted this breathtakingly beautiful blue Cornflower, oscillating in rhythm, posing with utmost vanity amidst the first gust of spring breeze, enduring the stings of bees and insects!
Haiku is a Japanese poetic from, an unrhymed and unrhythmic micropoem told in a scheme of 5-7-5 syllable count respectively in 3 lines.
Unlike a platter full of delicacies, haiku offers a soul satiating morsel, a canapé of appeasing taste. Like a glimpse of almighty when in oblivion, like a transitory encounter with your imaginary muse during creation…
A haiku portrays the beauty of nature. It is nature’s abundance encapsulated in a nutshell….but, when nature unfurls with human emotions, a haiku emerges into a senryu.
My above senryu is a tiny painting of emotions done on the canvas of human heart with the brush of feelings, colors of tears and embellishments of mute agony….
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