peripherals

you stand so aloof
yet the stillness of your body
throbs against my own

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I rub my chin
reflectively 
each pore of yours
is doorway to heaven

heaven I find
deep in your eyes
iris reflecting
I caress your spine

haunted by your scent
I house myself
in periphery
of my disintegration-
amalgamating into you

hummer

it arrives solo
nibbles into nature-
an event of sorts?

a blow

beauty hunts for joy
forever becomes a thing
winds blow it away

transient

it is two o'clock-
time when someone else’s love
becomes transiently yours

slumber: haiku-lets

deprived of sleep
I slumber dreamily in the day
when morbidity digs

digged morbidity
turns around and runs away
heaven eludes

heaven: misnomer;
cloaking that invisibilty
of our ignorance

an ignorant mind
is delirious in itself
leave it well alone

aloneness suits-
mind turns towards bigger dreams
thriving within it

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I call those dancing verses, renamed haiku-let here. I have not done this for a while and thought why not chain my disjointed thoughts here in those short verses? Let me know what you think. Only Sir Silley is barred from commenting..:D

night sounds

fraught with such distraught
in darkness he touched her arm;
said, dispel my insomnia

fantasizing about glass

that glass of water-
water swirls of it suddenly
uncannily I see you

photographic peace

photo in the room
I can almost feel you there-
peace shatters in me

rays permeate

growing old with you-
incandescent emotions
aglow within my heart

ghost's tongue

your tongue lashes out
electrifying words fall in-
new leaf shrivels up

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As I am a mere female, I can't write good verses. How can words come out when I am kind of busy primping my hair (whatever that means), doing my nails and all the other suff that females do? However, I will make Percy Bysshe Shelley (ghost of) eat his words. As he can't eat anything else (remember he is a ghost), words ought to revive him from his smelly grave. So much for supporting Sir Silley!

a start

a new year, a chance
to start my life from scratch
regrets dumped on the way

powdered space

cyber dust-
what's it like to be
powdered space

NaisaiKuing: all the way

for basketting the ball
pull on your sports gear
get going ballistics
FOR BASKETTING THE BALL
get going ballistics
pull on your sports gear
for basketting the ball


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loosened elastics
pull down your pants
make you fall flat on ground
LOOSENED ELASTICS
make you fall flat on ground
pull down your pants
loosened elastics


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basket appears far away
the sky feels nearer
you see stars on ground
BASKET APPEARS FAR AWAY
you see stars on ground
the sky feels nearer
basket appears far away


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writing a naisaiKu
is it not mental sports
living out the brute force
WRITING A NAISAIKU
living out the brute force
is it not mental sports
writing a naisaiKu


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Check out NaisaiKu by clicking on it.

movement

soil spews me out
I bloom happily-
to warmth of sun

winds blow sand
all around-
still I am rooted

azure sky stares
askance at me-
I proudly sway

dancing verses

paint splashes
over that canvas
hiding what?

hiding thoughts
rise so high
only to fall down

downfall-
scraped knees
kiss the earth

kissing the ground
smells heaven
it feels like home

homing emotions
arouse instincts
of nesting intensely

intensity for me-
equates to nuzzling
deeply into you

deeply into you
my pores
drenched with love

slowly building it up

melted snow-
footsteps
on concrete path

Inspired by tikkis.

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footprints on snow
aliens
from outerspace?

Inspired by John McDonald

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mysteriously
misty snow
enters into my pores

Inspired by Snow floats by Ken Wagner

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fog rolling in
dracula's daughter
lives in sin!

Inspired by midnight fog by J. Andrew Lockhart

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knives of icicles
cannot prick into
my sandcastle dreams

Inspired by Sandcastle dreams by Janice Thompson

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slipped yet again
into that precipice-
saved by a log

Inspired by Rain Melts by Ken Wagner

zen moments

A series.....


blank paper-
words
tornadoing in

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tornado-
swirling storm
shuts out

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shut out-
palm open
outwards

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outwards-
dance steps
merge

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merge-
with you
only I

To be continued....

clearly fading

rains pelting on
window sill-
memories fade

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fresh snow
under the window-
fresh memories

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in a drab day
footprints
mark my existence

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touching those
colours which
swirl in memory

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trying to write
short verses-
a pilgrimage?

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Problems with my PC. Posting from work. Will get back to your blogs as soon as possible.

unconnected

Here I highlight Ken Wagner, whom I found via Borut's blog. The short verses are my responses to his haiku, which I have posted in the comments. I have linked the posts below each. Do check those out.


cooped up
wrapped in a shawl
i observe the wall

Response to Wind Hits by Ken Wagner

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looking at food
I see nirvana
haikuing dried up

Response to Night Drive by Ken Wagner

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flickering light-
fireflies
taking flight

Response to Night Chill by Ken Wagner

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trapped out
in the wet-
out of my brain

Response to So Trapped by Ken Wagner

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chopping wood
all day long
i missed the butterflies

Chopped Wood by Ken Wagner

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Thanks to Tikkis, Borut, Ken Wagner I am back at writing short verses.

golden freeze

Writing short verse after a long time..

golden sun
ogles greedily-
freezes ardor