Dewy Serein Sorrows
(A Tanka)

When blooms embrace gloom,
Morning mist and evening fog,
Tears softly do slog,
Sprinkling crystallised sorrows
On the petalled memories.


//Eve's Thought//

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Waking up To Dreams
(A Tanka)

With eyes wide open,
Eyelids are eying to meet
In a blissful dream.
Reality, fatiguing,
Is too intriguing— I'm beat!

//Eve's Thought//

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Jaywalking in Srinagar
(A Tanka)

This is just to say
The city is in slumber
While the sun soft-shines—
No one has still piled the hay,
And we jaywalk the closed shops!

//Thought for the Day//

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Mean Materialism
(Double Tanka & Haiku)

Man has built amain,
Material edifice,
Overlooking love!
We live on a precipice—
Of pure animality.

We're Satan taken,
Long lost, long God-forsaken;
Moved, and shaken not,
We walk the live wire of greed,
And desire's gory misdeed.

We feed the brute beast,
Far from simple beauty's bout;
Wreaking plain self-doubt.

//Eve's Thought//

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The Weight of Arrogance

Arrogance, like weed,
Feeds on its own steely spine;
Takes you off your feet.
Soon you'll lie super-supine,
And feel sorry — that's quite fine.

Hollowness will eat you up,
Vanity doesn't e'er give up;
Humbleness' madness
Walks the talk, chin up — always;
Altars, and fails not.

Wisdom is weightless,
Walking straight and thus upright
Is the last delight.

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Sinking Senses
(Tanka & Haiku)

Oft terrifies me—
Ah, this silence of my heart
I double-check it
To feel it is still beating.
We've been talking through séance.

​Lub-dub — it just sinks
I become a mere carcass;
Tunnel of Darkness!

//Eve's Thought//

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Love's Larceny
(A Tanka)

She had thieved my heart,
And tucked it 'neath her bosom —
I felt so lonesome.
She gave me hers —I'm now fine;
We've, ergo, each other's hearts.

//Eve's Thought//

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Bards Verse Gods
(A Haiku)

Ah, the weight of words
Cannot bog down rhyming bards —
They are no mere gods.


//Thought for the Day//

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Teacher
(An Acrostic Tanka Plus)

Teach them to be free,
E'en if it means from thee;
Ah, invincible!
Canst thou e'er afford to be?
Help them independent be—
Exceed they must thy knowing,
Rejecting all thy naysaying.

//Happy Teachers' Day//

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The Lattice of Light and Labyrinth
(A Double Tanka & Haiku)

We doubt to believe
Birthing shadows, midwife truth;
The lines on our palms
Are not ancient, sacred Psalms:
We are not what they believe.

Harness the rawness,
Ra is just about to dawn.
It's the darkest hour —
That proclaims its looming reign;
In light's lattice lies love's lore.

Dark patches' places
Let in the layers of light —
The latent delight.

//Thought for the Day//

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