Truly False Hope

Hey guys! Here’s a haiku from me!

Promises of eternal love,

Reckless adventures and bright, fluffy days

Make up truly false hope.

And I believe what I’ve written with all my heart, because such promises can never be true. They sound surreal, don’t they? But I can’t resist hoping… I can’t resist promising myself such a future.

Seems like I can do with a leeeeetle bit of surrealism in my daily dosage of life.

The advent of Summer

I came up with this poem, reminiscing of today afternoon — another limerick, actually.

Like the steam from a cup of incredibly hot coffee,

Arose the vapor from the ground beneath me;

Its ruthless suffocation spread around,

Even as rain drummed onto the ground,

As I cycled Kumbakonam’s streets in a senseless spree.

And don’t you think the ‘steam’ part cannot be true. Today, I saw it with my own eyes… steam rising from the ground… evaporation while condensation. I was totally soaked wet in the rain, yet I felt so suffocated! And that felt a little weird… and a lot stuffy. Really, I didn’t enjoy today’s rain because of the stuffiness. Gah.