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25 haikus for the restless soul

By Bahaish Kapoor


1.

What was that you said? I was not listening yet.

Ah, enlightenment!

2.

Love is always hard

So is hatred, you know this You must make a choice

3.

Running away from me

All the things I used to be Mirror on treadmill

4.

The ghosts of my dreams Appear in my room after Nightmare has ended

5.

I smell your perfume

After you sail by my house Cross tomorrow too

6.

Soft feminine touch

Sometimes forceful angry punch Soul has no gender

7.

The cat purrs softly

Furry and sleepy, at ease It is fierce still

8.

You ride the night train You dream as it rocks gently Surprise, you’ve arrived!

9.

The rain drums a beat

The sun is silent, still

Who is stronger, choose 10.

You watch the night turn Blue to black to bright orange The day has begun

11.

The tiger in you

Furious, impatient, is asking ‘Why am I still caged?’

12.

Trick to untying Any knot is knowing which string should first be pulled





13.

Swimming against the tide Your arms grow weak and tired

Let go, You’re the sea

14.

I hear you coming

rising sound of your anklets My heart beats faster

15.

sizzle on a pan

Meat, round kebabs singe and sing The dog salivates

16.

Moon crosses the sky

A steady light follows it

Humans in a box

17.

Animated beat

thundering feet on the street Corpse he will soon be

18.

slow creeping blackness

Leaking off the walls, crawling It envelops me

19.

All war is within

Silence is your first weapon And the last one too

20.

Comes the fabled storm

Or the dark night of the soul Patience, the end nears

21.

Pride , a cruel joke

We are but dust with voices And ceaseless desire

22.

I once fell asleep

Slept through all my days and nights Death quietly awaits

23.

Thunder clap, lightning

What a show, it is drama

God likes cinema

24.

empty, unfulfilled

What life is this that I lead

No marvel, no joy

25.

Doctor tries to heal

But my soul won’t have it now It wants to escape



By Bahaish Kapoor




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