Shopping season in haiku

Bargain offers tempt
Greed is now a holy word
Want defeats reason

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Competition brings
Unsustainable offers
Who funds the losses?

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End of season sale
Shopping fever rages on
Empty wallets sigh

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Queues build up for miles
Discount sales only today
Regret tomorrow

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When it rains discounts
And your wallet is empty
Are you cursed or blessed ?

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Bought in a frenzy
They’ll never be used, symptoms
Of a dark disease

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Let tomorrow’s pain
Gild your happiness today
Credit card maxim

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Credit card defaults
Dreams exceed capacity
Descent into hell

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Life in haiku

Small light in darkness
Knowledge mixed with ignorance
Eternal battle

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We are not victims
We create our destinies
We are our hunters

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Life is not messy
Our beliefs create our worlds
Can’t connect the dots

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The bird broke its wings
Fighting its own reflection
Who shall it blame now?

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Broken dreams break us,
Fulfilled ones lose their magic,
Life’s unsolved riddle

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Between life and death
This ‘hall of mirrors’ journey
Truth wrapped in maya

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This race to possess,
Makes our lives so meaningless
Possessor possessed

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Chasing worthless goals,
We miss this journey’s beauty
Life’s gifts lie unused

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Don’t make this a race
No two journeys are alike
Sing, dance, smile, enjoy

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Joy is not the goal,
It is there in every step,
If you let it in

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We ban happiness,
Binding it with conditions,
And then cry in pain

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He writes man’s story,
His quill dipped in joy and pain,
Hiding bliss in them

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Humor in Haiku..?

Humor in Haiku..?
Is it possible to create a poem in the format of haiku but with a humorous slant?

This is a bit controversial.. or is it?

I love the compact form of haiku..Like most of the things of the modern world- like T20( a 20 over cricket match which in the good old days used to last five days) or a 50 word short story–haiku lets you speak your mind in 17 syllables.

But it is serious and profound. So, I am wondering, can I make a haiku with a humorous vein?

And this is the result – a series of quirky poems in the haiku format

Let me know what you think.

 

Oxygen

Strange gas oxygen
Without it there is no fire
Nor can water be
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Leaves

Funny things are leaves
Nights they absorb oxygen
Daytime release it

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Chameleon

The chameleon
He takes on background color
To hide in plain sight

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Butterfly

A leaf? A flower?
Dazzling display of beauty,
Lovely butterfly

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Onion

Mighty onion
It can do what man cannot
Make a woman cry

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Snake love

Two snakes fell in love,
Seeking lives entwined in bliss,
Sealed it with a hiss!

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Croak, croak

It rained, the frog croaked,
The snake heard and had a feast
Croaking,  the frog croaked

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Night trip

Happy days are here again:)My poem titled “Night trip” has been published in the September issue of The Curlew magazine. Since it is a ‘print-only’ magazine I can’t share a link.I am attaching a jpeg of the page. I am also publishing the poem here

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Night trip

On the muddy rustic road, a bullock cart is going,
Underneath the bullock cart a dim lantern is swaying,
Ruffling grass along the way, a gentle breeze is blowing,
It is listening in on what the little leaves are saying.

On the road side, here and there, are little fireflies glowing,
In a greeting to the bullocks, their heads they are nodding,
On the borders of the fields the rodents are burrowing,
Onward moves the old cart with the bullocks gently plodding.

The bullocks are on auto pilot, their owner is sleeping,
Far above the mountain tops a silver moon is gleaming,
From behind the banyan tree a bandicoot is peeping,
Reflecting the moonlight, there a happy stream is beaming.

In the woods, beyond the stream, a pack of dogs is baying,
Flying round the lantern is a stream of insects singing,
The cart owner is lost to all this, his body is swaying,
The bullocks are marching forward with their bells a-ringing.

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And here is a jpeg from the magazine:

When I understood

When you understand that you had not understood, what happens?

When I understood,
That I hadn’t understood,
An understanding, new,
Dawned upon my soul.
Then my mind’s eye saw
What I thought I saw
And what I had not seen.
Difficult is the walk
On the spirit’s path.
Some things we mistake,
Everything distort.
The chariot of knowledge
Moves on broken wheels.
Such was my journey,
My walk to the Light.
I knew I had walked
A few steps on the beach,
I knew I had swum
A few laps in the sea,
In the mountain range,
Scaled a hillock small.
And in ignorance –
Or was it arrogance?-
Thought I was a sage.
Scales fell from my eyes
With this new insight.
Humility, then,
Took me in her arms
And whispered wisdom’s chant
Gently in my ears.
Gone was my ego,
Weakened desire’s hold.
No more did I want
To be the leading rat.
A bit more humble,
A little wiser,
I resumed my walk
On the sunlit path

 

Temple

What is your body? How do you treat it?

Would I  defile a temple,
And leave its courtyard
Dirty and stained?
This body
Is my Lord’s Temple,
My mind, His courtyard.
Why then do I ill-treat
This holy Temple?
Gusts of anger bring in
Dirt and stinking refuse.
Passion’s gale winds
Sweep through,
Spraying garbage throughout.
But they come in wearing
The crown of moral rectitude or
The colorful robes of pleasure.
Absorbed in their false glows
I lose all my judgement.
Yet there are times
when my Lord,
Seated in His chambers,
Commands the inner doors
To open just a wee bit.
In that Divine moment,
I see my soul in Him
And the temple-
Cleansed,
Glows with love infinite.
Then my eyes are fixed
On the inner doors
Hoping that one day
They will open wide
And stay open forever,
That this Temple of my Lord,
Can never be stained or abused.
But then,
The gusts and gale winds
Come back again…