We stuck together like we were closely knit, yet
Like the loose ends of a woven fabric,
He never held me tight enough.
There is no ‘he’ really. This is just another Haiku I wanted to write, and I created a scenario for it myself. This one is better than my other Haikus, don’t you think?
Hey! I’ve written another pointless Haiku, but I thought I might as well post it. And oh, it rhymes! 🙂
Flying alone across the blue sky
As the lazy afternoon sun sucks things dry
The bird found its kin pass by.
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.
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.