Wednesday, January 30, 2008

anagramloverfriendshipimaginationhope: haikus


slipshod letters of
incomprehensible life,
arranged: fragmented


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


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


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


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


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 :)


they are beautiful...

satyajit said...

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

Anonymous 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.