Wild ducks veer off course;
leaves fall; trees crash - our worlds tossed
around like rag dolls.
***
Drip, drop; flip, flop; splash!
White salwar, you've turned mud-brown.
Don't let Amma see!
***
Dirty old gutter
overflows; you don't walk, you
float, and so do cars.
She has been writing.
9 comments:
A Haiku about Haikus -
Hmm... they all like you,
With the exception of moi.
Fathom you I can't.
:p
The last line is kind of sad, but couldn't think of anything better :(
And I like your second Haiku a lot :D
@verun:
My brain is mush now; ergo, explain your haiku pliss.
Fank you. :)
Well Pariv (and your mushy brain!), I'm not sure what there is to explain but basically I have trouble understanding the point of Haikus, ergo the Haiku on Haikus :)
This was in the context of the Haikuing at the Seeker's blog also.
I hope you comprende now (with your brain not so mushy hopefully)? :)
@verun:
I'll tell you the point of haiku. Haiku are boons for lazy/laconic people who want to be done saying small, pithy things in as few syllables as possible. So there. :)
@verun:
Psst. Plural of haiku is haiku only. :)
Heh, then I should be the one liking Haiku, not you :)
P.S. Ayyo, Pariv the pedant strikes again! *shakes head* :p
personal opinion - "Haiku" when used in the plural doesn't quite have the same ring to it. For example: "I composed 10 Haiku today! Kill me now!". Doesn't roll off the tongue too well. :)
@verun:
If the world did everything the way we wanted, Arsenal would be winning every game, and there'd be more trees and dogs than people. :P
:D Very true. Oh well, We can always hope.
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