For the busy and bustle; confusion and chaos; Tagore and Satyajit ray; snail paced trams and posh metro; heritage Howrah bridge and stylish malls; Trincas and the old beggar outside; mishti doi (sweet curd), hilsa fish and phuchkas (have no idea how to express in english as no word can justify the taste) --- Kolkata the city of joy ......
Sobs and sighs shudder
in concrete veins, hustled smokes
scream death; yet divine!
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For a bird that suddenly came and sat on my veranda on a Sunday morning and threw a fistful of joy to me, transporting me in a jiffy, with its twittering and maneuvers, to a world divine ...
A soft flap of joy,
chirping, mumbling and rolling,
brought fresh dew to drudge.
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for a few memories that keep falling incessantly like a monsoon drizzle
Relics of the past;
stubborn roots that spread about,
though the tree was hacked.
5 comments:
Creating stories in just a few words.I love the last one!!
awesome piece..
love the nature images.
"A soft flap of joy" is what I got from the three of them but for me your Sunday morning friend sings the best.
Have a good week doc.
Beautiful pieces of haiku you have there :)
^ thank you dear all
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