April Haiku Month, Day 14: Little Pig Gets A Visit


Image from the movie Charlotte’s Web

a countryside farm . . .
little pig ran up and down
visit from a cute girl

visit from a cute girl . . .
she brought a rainbow candy
pig threw a tantrum

pig threw a tantrum . . .
smiling, she gave away candy
little pig oinked with joy

little pig oinked with joy . . .
hopped as if it could fly, then
splash! fell in a puddle

splash! fell in a puddle . . .
pig quickly scrambled out of it
it wanted candy again

the girl stood still . . .
then burst out laughing loud, and
she fell in the puddle too

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I asked a friend for a few prompt words and she wildly came up with pig-candy-water-silent. I was not going to write any haiku for today as I was tired. I don’t know, writing is tiring me easily these days. And I gave up writing for today when I remembered it was an open day, I simply did not think my mind was capable of imagining philosophical things, that which I usually write upon. But these innocent prompt words let me have a smooth ride! I enjoyed writing this!

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This post is submitted at Haiku Heights for Day 14, an open day. This post is also a part of my NaPoWriMo 2013 journey.

April Haiku Month, Day 9: Hunter


WHEN THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED


a vast dense jungle . . .

lion scouts for the weakest deer

silent paws turn fierce

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a skilled hunter fool . . .

silences jungle king’s roar

his own dark pride roared

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not a moment later . . .

king’s pride dawned upon hunter

tat! pride preyed on pride

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a man is weakest 

when he is self-conscious

of his own darned pride

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A Monkey At 1000ft From Ground (photograph)


The monkey was overseeing a vast expanse of hills and valleys in Shimla. The tree, on which you see the money, is actually a very tall one, some 500-1000 feet from the valley that it’s root bearing land shallows into. Amazing how fearless monkeys are, compared to their more evolved relatives. 

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They Need Tender Hand’s Work – #2


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blood streaming down the bird’s wing,
her tender plumage completely fraught with the wound,
fear of a complete void pressing hard on the threshold of her consciousness,

to heal her,
she needs tender hand’s work,
tender hands that are bold, not strong, to hold her and give her hope.

They Need Tender Hand's Work

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A Journey Backward…


so.mo.to.

there were days when i talked to fish,
three of them, friends i should call them,
two of them twins and another a younger one,
the twins – a male and a female,
the younger one – a male.

with memories of them,
still fresh,
never fading,
ever ringing the painful parts of the past,
also bringing bright parts of it along,
i start a journey backward.

and when i am lost in memories,
i belong not to present,
nor to future,
but to the past treasured.

die the body may,
shall not take away the soul,


die the heartbeats may,
never shall they take memories away.

so.mo.to.

Whoa…! It is a snake… whuuooo..


Tommy was barking fervently and i was in the bed room, writing a blog post. That was yesterday evening, at around 7. For the sake of not getting diverted from the blog post, i din’t go and see why she was barking so viciously. But surely, my head grew hot and i couldn’t concentrate because of this distraction and i closed my laptop and went to the front door to see what has caused my dog to bark so loud, continuously. The house’s main door was a good 15 feet away from the entry gate of the house and i saw Tommy moving nervously with a few loud barks and a few little squeals(out of fear i guess). I noticed it was barking at something that was lying outside the gate, 2 feet from the gate. It was dark already, i put on the lights in the portico and still the light wasn’t enough to reveal what Tommy was barking at. But yet i knew what it might be, because the location of our house is somewhere out of the vehicle and citizen buzzling city, in a quite town, surrounded by farms randomly. So, with these farms around here, it is known that snakes often loose their tracks and come stranded into the human dwellings. And most often, the people here kill them if they see one near their house. And this knowledge made me think that Tommy was actually barking at a snake. A cold chill ran through my spine. I had never ever gone near a snake in my lifetime, not even in zoo but suddenly i had to tackle one all by myself, because there was no one home except my grandfather and grandmother. He was sleeping, taking rest from his illness and grandmother was talking on phone, i thought it would be good not to inform my grandparents of this stranded visitor. But my mind was quick, surprising me, that i thought it was no good call out neighbors because they would kill this snake definitely. But i wanted to make sure it was a snake because all this was inside my head, so i stared hard at the thing that was outside the gate. Tommy’s barks were still a distraction but i had to make sure that it was really a snake it was barking at, so i stared hard into this dully illuminated  surrounding, and i could, at last, make out the shape of the visitor. It was a snake indeed, its hood rised and it was cautiously watching Tommy bark, though i could see the snake was not offended by my dog’s fit of instinctual behavior.   It was a little snake after all, a poor little one, its hood was raised and a curvy ‘V’ shaped mark lay on the hood. My heart skipped for a moment, i just hoped what i am about to do doesn’t hurt the snake and also it doesn’t annoy the snake and make it come inside the house, i would freak out may be. And then i called Tommy to get inside, but she was barking and looking at me, then turning to the snake barking. She was doing this until i braced myself and with a flush of courage, i got into the portico and slowly moving towards Tommy, slow enough to not panic both the dog and the snake. And then when i was within the reach of tommy’s chain, i grabbed it and took her inside the house and locked her inside my room. And then i fetched a bucket of water, and stood on the doorway of the house. I looked at the snake again, it was still there at the same position, she was no harm to us i was sure.  I took a deep breathe, carefully calculating the amount of push i should exert on the bucket so that the water would not travel too far and hit the snake nor would it travel too less making it an unsuccessful attempt at shooing away the innocent snake. The breathe was a large one indeed, i din’t want to provoke the snake at all. So when i was sure that my hands won’t fail my plan, i rocked the bucket with enough strength that all the water fell inside the portico with a loud splash, i quickly glanced at the edge of the gate to check whether the water fell on the snake, no, i executed it well. But for a moment, the snake didnot move, i thought she felt offended and she might after all come inside and freak us out. But poor little one, it slowly lowered its hood after a moment or two and slithered its way into the bushes that were protruding from the sides of the gates. I sighed! Why should i have to make that little creature scare? to make it go away for my own safety.

The incident left me with some deep sadness, something which people would call foolish if i told them. ‘If’ i told them, because i knew i would not be able to express it. It was not the fear of snake at all, I least fear mortal wounds or pains. But i want to try to express it, it felt as if it was the pain i would undergo when i ask my own beloved brother to leave me and ask to never ever show up again. People might not understand this, but that was/is what it was/is like for me.

Sigh! Nature works its way, we should all but abide by her rules. Why not with a smile then?, some might ask. I cannot answer that. Its Nature.