The ghost of Vancouver


Here’s another haiku from me!

She believed he found peace

But on seeing the ghost of Vancouver

She changed her belief.


Eyes of the Lion


Just another Haiku…

Like shiny little yellow buttons

Its eyes twinkled in the afternoon sun

Promising me death.

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.