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Florilegium: A Dozen of Haiku

Thoughts of Words

1.

Silent shouted–

Silence, thoughts seduce–

Words, page chuckle…

2.

She lying naked,

Darkness blanket, coldness lover

She waited for dawn…

3.

Fog levied–

Heavy on his hand, as the–

Cigarette reduce…

4.

An old light quilt–

As donation, birthday–

Gift for his wife…

5.

The wind, the soft sun–

Embraced him. He inhale deeply–

Outside prison…

6.

She licked her slim lips,

Sweet or salty or…she licked–

Taste of the first kiss.

7.

She looked down,

Drops of blood on her fair thigh–

Days of loss start now.

8.

Searching a title,

Words, phrase, synonyms-

Poet exhausted…

9.

Winter night, all calm.

Hustle was heard, from dustbin,–

As he cuddled self…

10.

Newspaper fly away.

All laugh as the lunatic–

Runs for map to home…

11.

Hunger, money,–

Another night is coming,

He ready to drop shame…

12.

He was exhausted,

He had written a poem,–

But no one to…

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Let’s Talk About It…Let’s Face It…Darling(s)

Thoughts of Words

PART-I

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

Friedrich Nietzsche

There’re many issues in our everybody’s everyday’s life. We speak of them s’times seldom and not in general. The primary reason for this is what’ll be other thinking or what’ll be other saying or what’ll be my image; that’s why we keep our mouth tight lipped. Another reason is it’s my problem, not yours…let me face it alone.

Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors.–Ernest Hemingway

Yes, darling(s), everyone has own fight to fight, but, actually, it’s good to speak to someone regarding your fight. I don’t know how it’ll sound but that “someone” shouldn’t be your Papa or Mama or Didi or Dada but it should be a dear friend of yours.

There are friendships merely for pleasure…

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Are We Taking Care?

Thoughts of Words

A

The books are being stacked against the stone walls for long now;

They are now feast for termites and others living–who lives by having papers as meals.

The walls are marked by dots and holes–some’re taped by papers, some’re not–

Creating a dotted collage on the mud floor.

The hands that are needed to turn the pages,

The fingers that are needed to be drawing or writing gibberish on the walls–

Are holding butts of Kalashnikov or AK-47 or pulling the ring…

Are we taking care of our own?

B

The words that evoke thoughts,–

(The thoughts) That’re needed to be appreciated are being condemned…

The Elder who should speak of this, spoke, but, for sentence…

The mass that is in need of the awakening, remain slept except Few…

The weekly blog goes missing,–

The blogger is (though) not missing–

She, alias he, (at that time) becoming kindle in a…

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