मृदुल तन शिशु सा भोलापन द्वैत में मन ... देहरी पे अटका, अल्हड बचपन !
The Haiku and the Tanka are written for the audio prompt given by dear friendRavish Maniwho created the prompt on my special request .. ahem-ahem :)
I chose to portray the bridal joy and anticipation, as the audio gave me the ambivalent feeling of happiness and nervousness at the same time. Irrespective of her age and education, a bride is essentially a girl going to become a responsible person, an epi…
there was once a bull Magnifique his Moo.. was sonorous calm his grazing refined, his gait sublime he got that earthy charm he'd romp and play in flowers and grass in pastures green and gold, placid, content in his life his countenance, a joy to behold. his long horns set wide in a majestic curve proud and decked up with blooms the cows were awed and calves in love leaving other bulls to spume and fume Protesting they cried, "No time to gambol with the weeds, lofty tasks have to be done !" a ludicrous grin and a silly look was all they could get out from him so for work, he was coaxed to sit near a bush, with a thing trapped buzzing inside It was a Bee with a sting like death! which pierced all the way through his hide
he screamed and stomped, bellowed and rushed and raged till it ceased to pain but the field was ploughed, and the branches crushed a work pending from weeks in vain!
Then one fine May day, a butterfly came fluttering carefree and bright flitting like an iridescent star …
नहीं पूछते कभी गगन से, क्यों वह घर नहीं जाता है ? और सूर्य से यह , की क्यों वह धूप यहाँ फैलाता है ?
पूछा नदिया से यह, कल-कल स्वर में शोर मचाती क्यूँ ? और ऊँचे निर्झर से पूछों , जल में धुंध उठा दी क्यूँ ?
पूछा कभी बेल से, क्यों वह स्वयं नहीं कुछ करती श्रम ? और पवन का जब मन आये करता धमाचौकड़ी ऊधम !
पूछा ढीठ चाँद से क्यूँ निज, चौर्य कला पर इतराता ? और जलद से यह कि क्यों वह घर में पानी भर जाता !
क्यों मुझ पर ही सारे बंधन सारी नीति , ज्ञान नियम जो चाहे वो आँख तरेरे, जो चाहे , डाँटे हरदम। :(
Being docile is a vice at times just like being naive or too trustful. You are called dumb and are taken for granted. Moreover, you raise the bar of expectation so high that people want you to be pleasant, sunny, smiling, fun to be with and undemanding failing which you are a hypocrite and venomous. In short listening to your heart can lead you into a soup, scalding hot, thick and muddy! A light take on that :/
Senryu is a 'Human Haiku' following the syllable count of 17 in the pattern of 5-7-5 in three lines but with the focus on human idiosyncrasies and life situations rather than seasons and natural beauty. Senryu generally don't have a kireji (cutting word ) and a kigo (season word) and are generally dark humored or cynical.
My above versehere, fits the bill for both, hence, is a hybrid! :)
Sreedhar Bhattaram Sir is a blogger par excellence and needs no introduction here. His all posts are nuggets of wisdom which he selflessly pass on to us readers in his charismatic simple way which at times reminds me of Premchand - the great Hindi writer. The post which I am reblogging here is a glowing example of how truth shines without magniloquence and strikes a chord! Read ON .
petals dyed crimson
blooms in love are decked by joy
rime on winter rose
dulcet winter rose
like a stubborn love misplaced
blooming against frost linked with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai week Fuyusoubi. Fuyusoubi means 'rose in winter' - a classical kigo for winter.Image credits: Here and Here