Wednesday, January 30, 2008

anagramloverfriendshipimaginationhope: haikus

Anagram

slipshod letters of
incomprehensible life,
arranged: fragmented

Lover

a touch for a look
while spent by lover’s brook
cymbals—best when paired

Friendship

hiss, burnt lips: common
shared junk, dutch fares: together
moving images

Imagination

on sick bed, wasted
in dreams distant, yet vivid
runs free, wind in hair

Hope

night crescent broken,
small pieces cached for weeks
like treasured toy

7 comments:

Still Searching said...

I especially loved the one on Hope!

Candid Confessions said...

the anagram one is poignant.. A little hazy on the thoughts though..

satyajit said...

still searching: thank you. Another one with hope: Hope is the thing with feathers that perches on your soul (anonymous)

candid confessions: It says that on arranging the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle of your life, what you end up with is something that's disjointed and fragmented.

nutty said...

I envy you the ease with which you can write haikus. I can never do it! All my love for the language and all my thoughts just disappear when I start thinking about a haiku and start counting syllables :(

loved all of them .. you certainly do have a way with words :)

SUCHARITA ROY said...

they are beautiful...

satyajit said...

nutty and sucharita: thank you. sorry for the late reply. I had gone home.

Charl said...

What I got most strongly from "Friendships" was the gorgeous bond of sharing smokes. But whyyy am I harping on that so much?

PS: you me fawwwreetist poetry writer. I lowwe.