details of my life (fiction)

Details Some years ago while jogging along the lakeside, I looked up and suddenly found that the world had lost its colours. Closing my eyes I then reopened them and found that truly the colours had gone. There was no more differentiation of the living things around me by colours. The trees and grass lost their … Continue reading details of my life (fiction)

Cityexit sighs: a haiku (and a prose)

Look Up Sad sky with glum sign many pauses many sighs heart forlorn desires ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show." He never wants to be a hero even though he recalls this famous first … Continue reading Cityexit sighs: a haiku (and a prose)

it has to be love: a Haiku (and a Prose)

good explanation none better than love-passion seldom with ration "It has to be love, doesn’t it? In however many of its infinite permutations?" "What lasts? Is there anything you’ve made in your life that will still be here 150 years from now? What does not last, if they are not retold, are the stories." How … Continue reading it has to be love: a Haiku (and a Prose)

Love and pain: a haiku (with prose)

Concealed and revealed interspersed with love and pain compelling unveiled ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He decides to dedicate today to the subject of LOVE. On waking this morning he observes that the snow has melted and revealed dark foreboding jagged black rock, like he is suddenly going through a lesson on the description of rocks, including their color and … Continue reading Love and pain: a haiku (with prose)

Love’s equilibrium: a haiku (and a prose)

Opposites Tranquility snow come rest upon my heart now gentle tender flow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Everything is something it isn't. He read this somewhere. People feared the unknown and worried about uncertainty of changes. A wall might not be a wall. A door might not open at all. Yet he knew in chemistry there is a state in which a … Continue reading Love’s equilibrium: a haiku (and a prose)

Landmark for love: a haiku (and a prose)

Pure snow clothing with might authenticity that tied love so pure in sight ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.* He suddenly recalled how he used this line and wrote his first prose. He did not have access to this book then and read it as a quote somewhere. … Continue reading Landmark for love: a haiku (and a prose)

Eminent love: a haiku (and a prose)

Celebrated snow conspicuous sheer renowned crystal clear for now ~~~~~~~~He did not know whether his story was going to be celebrated or regretted when it happened. it was certainly a love story which had a noble beginning. As a child he had always dreamed of grandeur, the austere grandeur of mountain scenery. That was why he … Continue reading Eminent love: a haiku (and a prose)

what loneliness means to him: a haiku (and a prose)

Hitching a ride up windy snowy mountain camp needing fellowship ~~~~~~~He knows he cannot be alone for long. That is why he joins his friends sometimes as they drive up the mountain. They do not really understand what he tries to express in his words, photos, or even the actions of continuing to climb mountains. … Continue reading what loneliness means to him: a haiku (and a prose)

Many-Splendored Thing: a haiku (and a prose)

Majestic grandeur aesthetics for raconteur lonely connoisseur ~~~~~~~~~~~Many misunderstandings avalanched and snow-balled from all angles. He got tired of repeated explanation which he reserved for the very close ones and there were not few due to the nature of his profession. "Unbelievable." Many shook their heads. His closest friend warned him, "AJ I wish you … Continue reading Many-Splendored Thing: a haiku (and a prose)

bedazzled by love: a haiku (and a prose)

dazzling ascend esoteric love transcends snow melded with sand ~~~~~~~~She gave him three years to complete a plan. "You need a plan." The plan demanded him to pay a price. The price of time and efforts. He enrolled in a post-graduate study to learn how to make living shelter that can shield human (and other … Continue reading bedazzled by love: a haiku (and a prose)

she has a passion for hope: a haiku (and a prose)

Beloved come now Sail away to blue beyond Many fields to plow ~~~~~~ “How do you know you know her?” Boss asked. He didn’t answer. How does he know? He just knows. He didn’t give her the right answer the last time because she was called away before he could answer her. She shouted, “See … Continue reading she has a passion for hope: a haiku (and a prose)

No river too deep to cross: a haiku (and a prose)

Aiming for the sky Crossing rivers and mountains None too deep too high ~~~~~~She is not Princess Turandot but She has given him three riddles just as the boss has warned him. “Turandot will finish you off. Off with your head. Feed to piranhas. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, AJ.” The boss was now … Continue reading No river too deep to cross: a haiku (and a prose)

he knows her heart can melt snow: a haiku (and a prose)

depth and height of love beyond his comprehension life long wild passion ~~~~~~~~~~ One thing she does well. She makes him think of his life. Is he really living the life of the greatness he is meant to become? Night after night he wakes and asks himself. The boss sums up a physical/material perspective, "You have … Continue reading he knows her heart can melt snow: a haiku (and a prose)

Only way is up: a haiku (and a prose)

decision valley gaping mouth hungry belly no time to tarry ~~~~~~~~~He has no regrets. “Come. Marry me.” She says. All the exterior signs say, “Don’t go.” His big boss summons him to HQ and offers, “Listen, you are making a big mistake. You can pick and choose a station if you want to. Why don’t … Continue reading Only way is up: a haiku (and a prose)

perhaps he waited too long: a haiku (and a prose)

heart melts like spring snow waves of love surging and flow in rhymes chimes and awe ~~~~~~~He waited too long perhaps to leave. The boss would not release him until he found and trained a successor. He could hear the clock of his heart ticking like a time bomb as he was running out of … Continue reading perhaps he waited too long: a haiku (and a prose)

she proposed: a haiku (and a prose)

a hopeful morning distant mountain gleams with snow good omen coming~~~~~~~~It was her phone call that started it. It came in the middle of the day, right after lunch or before? He can't remember now whether he had lunch that fateful day. The five-star hotel dining area was crowded with festive faces, limbs and trunks, meandering around … Continue reading she proposed: a haiku (and a prose)

how to say goodbye to her: a haiku (and a prose)

How to say goodbye when he has not even left many tears and sighs ~~~~~~~~~No, he cannot say goodbye. He has left too many of himself behind. On this particular day he climbs many thousand feet and sees this distant white mountain, so beautiful and enchanting part hidden by the cloud. The scene is most … Continue reading how to say goodbye to her: a haiku (and a prose)

he still cannot say goodbye: a haiku (and a prose)

a silent goodbye forgetting how they abide snow covers his hers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He still cannot say goodbye, even though he has packed resolutely and steps out and goes up this snowy mountain alone and in silence. Why begin another journey when he knows it will end anyway sometime in future? Often people ask those who travel. Why travel … Continue reading he still cannot say goodbye: a haiku (and a prose)

saying goodbye again to dawn: a haiku (and a prose)

leaving her behind pondering saying goodbye trees witness untie ~~~~~~~~~~~~~He does not know how to say goodbye. Packing is one way to distract the tinge of sadness and an unnamed uncertain feeling. He packs and unpacks. His room filled with stuff and gifts. He travels light but is still stuck with stuff which mean something to … Continue reading saying goodbye again to dawn: a haiku (and a prose)

my journey of love: a haiku (and a prose)

time for reflection heart's compass has not failed us true love's direction ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Direction can be confusing even for a seasoned traveler. For a European continental driver like him traveling in US is more so as he is compelled to drive on unfamiliar lane, opposite to what he has accustomed to do. He has found the same with relationship. … Continue reading my journey of love: a haiku (and a prose)

forgetting is so long: a haiku (and a prose)

millions memories locked in time and space stories this shore and that shore ~~~~(Concerning your recent thoughts of our past.) I HAVE BEEN THINKING LATELY TOO. Our past. Because there are too many memories. After all we have accumulated 23 years (8395 days, 201480 hours, 12,088,800 minutes, 725,328,000,000 seconds) of being together. I think of the … Continue reading forgetting is so long: a haiku (and a prose)

the height and depth of love: a haiku (and prose)

I cannot accept years that last mere ten thousand trillion still not close ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time fascinates me. Love can come so fast and gone too soon. Like the fresh snow on the trees. By the time I capture this scene the trees have become green again. The snow has not left a trace on the leaves. I only know … Continue reading the height and depth of love: a haiku (and prose)

my friends’ coiffure: a haiku (and a prose)

waving grinning wide faithful greeting by roadside winter soon here bye ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Trees are my friends. These two are sort of cute, with their rather unusual rust-brown color and the way they lean toward the road with their almost identical formation of branches and clusters of leaves, making me wonder if a hairdresser for trees has done their coiffure. … Continue reading my friends’ coiffure: a haiku (and a prose)

the last thing on my mind: a haiku and an old song

Dawn travel alone speeding without aim forlorn Song full of thorns ~~~~~~~~~~a song sung softly and innocently sometimes brings back wistful thoughts of old dreams and what might have been. Here is one which belongs to our parents or older siblings' yesteryears. "The Last Thing On My Mind" It's a lesson too late for the … Continue reading the last thing on my mind: a haiku and an old song

I could have loved you better: a haiku (and a prose)

only when love leaves silently sunset arrives heart is filled with tears ~~~~~~~~~the word today starts with "R". Regret. Remorse. Repent. Repressed. Reversed. In matters of human relationship sometimes the harm done is irrevocable. You just cannot reverse the car and pretend that nothing had happened if you have already run over something. On the other hand, … Continue reading I could have loved you better: a haiku (and a prose)

a tree and her shade: a haiku (and prose)

inseparable a tree and her shade label refreshing table ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Walking in hot sun requires plenty of shady spots to rest. Here is one of my favorite spots. Near Autumn but there is still plenty of green. The sun can get quite unbearable and one has to fortify oneself with a hat/cap, at least a bottle … Continue reading a tree and her shade: a haiku (and prose)

side by side they stand: a haiku (and prose)

identical friends side by side weathering storm matter not where from ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Often when one is really alone, one starts to value friendship. Unlike trees, human have mobility and may walk and stray quite far from one another. Even when we travel on a guided tour each individual still tends to move away and tries to look around … Continue reading side by side they stand: a haiku (and prose)

sometimes a tree talks: a haiku (and a prose)

with my hands lifted i share my thoughts in my days see my signs i say ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nature has its way of expression. So do men. Some words cannot be expressed adequately with mere audible sound. Some are meant to show with other means: see, touch, feel, perceive, and participate in. Does nature have a way of communicating? I believe … Continue reading sometimes a tree talks: a haiku (and a prose)

winter’s positive statement: a haiku (and a prose)

they burst out living turning this corner walking winter spring in all ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Just before he leaves this place he walks round to see if there is any moment of joy and hope he can capture and send to her. Someone says that even in winter some trees will bloom if there is sunshine for a few … Continue reading winter’s positive statement: a haiku (and a prose)

how to write love haiku: two haiku (and a prose)

First haiku ~~~~~~how i write you love many nights and countless tears thousands sleepless dreams ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Writing about love is tough because love is tough. Writing a haiku as a love letter is tougher. How to speak love in three lines, each in a limited number of sound syllabus, totaling seventeen syllabus in all? If you … Continue reading how to write love haiku: two haiku (and a prose)

what love looks like: a haiku (and a prose)

i cannot tell you what my love for you seems like what depth width height sight ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Only the heart knows the truth. No matter how much a man tries disguising it with an external measuring scale it can never be accurate. Especially when a man tries to define the size and shape of his love. … Continue reading what love looks like: a haiku (and a prose)

what being lonesome means: a haiku (and a prose)

I waited for you thousands of suns and moon nights lonesome windy sighs ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This is a lonesome view. Despite the beauty of the sky, the greens, the mountain, the ocean. Like a man's heart story. A writer's heart is always alone. No one else can share the sadness and/or the joy in the unseen heart. We can … Continue reading what being lonesome means: a haiku (and a prose)

a dog’s life continues beyond: a haiku (and a prose)

a day we gather this shore and beyond we dream daring to venture ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~All three of us together. It is rare. Because we depend on our human friends to bring us here for the fresh air and smell of the marks left behind by other living things, mainly dogs like us. Sometimes an occasional bird may … Continue reading a dog’s life continues beyond: a haiku (and a prose)

a dog’s life continues not alone: a haiku (and prose)

I know you were here creatures living free and wild land and sea and sky ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am not alone. Not exactly. My human brings me here to meet friends. His friends. Mine too. Often we dogs do not need to meet physically. We smell and detect whether the smell is familiar. We know who has … Continue reading a dog’s life continues not alone: a haiku (and prose)

a dog’s life continues alone: a haiku (and a prose)

The world is not small for all creatures in the wild free to roam and soar ~~~~~~~~~~~~I long for freedom. I am a small dog. My owner is very protective because he ties me up when he visits a pub to quench his thirst and meet others like him. So I wait and wait. Someone … Continue reading a dog’s life continues alone: a haiku (and a prose)

writing fun haiku -a passenger: a haiku (and a prose)

Snowy looming mount donning new robe white and gold gaping toothless mouth (or shaking new shaved head) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~In this picture this traveler sees a giant head or a giant mouth, both of which are depicted by a mountain at fairly close range. So the third line of the haiku (which is always the climax line of expression) … Continue reading writing fun haiku -a passenger: a haiku (and a prose)

writing haiku -a passenger: a haiku (and a prose)

just a passenger wheel in other's hands he trusts passing door ajar ~~~~~~~~~~~~Writing a haiku by looking at a picture at random is a form of creative-writing training. He has thousands of pictures to choose from. Some are quite good snapshots of memorable moments. Many are just pictures he takes for no particular reason. Each … Continue reading writing haiku -a passenger: a haiku (and a prose)

your time 333: a haiku (and a prose about Indie)

waking his mind takes 333 her time calling car view of a lake `~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~a haiku often depicts a momentary scene. Like this view of a lake when he wakes at his own time at 5:33am. But her time is only 3:33pm on a previous day.The international dateline has separated the two time zones. In crossing … Continue reading your time 333: a haiku (and a prose about Indie)

ocean in the sky: a haiku (and a prose)

Ocean shifted house billowing waves right above spectacular move ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In the geographical terrain where the traveler now stations on this globe he sees a different sky. Another shade of blue color. Another formation of clouds. Another regiment of trees. Same globe but different. The waves of the ocean sky are different. The foams are different. Often it makes him … Continue reading ocean in the sky: a haiku (and a prose)

His dream must have seemed so close: a haiku (and a prose)

No green light tonight* she and hers have gone too far leaving him behind ~~~~~~~~~ “His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. A dream is a dangerous thing, the traveler knows. Real and yet … Continue reading His dream must have seemed so close: a haiku (and a prose)

a shore beyond love: a haiku (and a prose)

Distance stretches love shore to shore I call your name my heart filled with pain ~~~~~~~~~~~~“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” (F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby) I shall always stand here and gaze across this span of vast … Continue reading a shore beyond love: a haiku (and a prose)

A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS 40: MORE WORDS FOR HARD TIMES

More words for hard times coping, or rather, overcoming, which is a better and stronger action word, with victory in sight. Hard times draw out the best in human, the tough ones who go on and become tougher still. The weak ones too must rise to their best and become tough and free from their … Continue reading A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS 40: MORE WORDS FOR HARD TIMES

flower under sea (ecology continues): a haiku

needing no rainfall adopted by ocean full true refuge to all ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~When a flower has a name of a grass, confusion takes place. But it does not really matter. The flower is still a flower. Regardless what others call or name it. If I had not read this little glass introduction I would not have … Continue reading flower under sea (ecology continues): a haiku

winter travelers: a haiku (and a love song)

heart's depth becomes breadth as I look up and not down beyond tears and pain ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Looking through my winter pictures stored at random I come across this one. It says, "Cheer up!" Indeed when I look further there are more sunny colorful pictures than the gloomy grey ones. Are there many like me who travel at all … Continue reading winter travelers: a haiku (and a love song)

when the leaves are gone: two haiku

choosing to venture beyond imagination stretching perception ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ traveler near and far seeking shelter all beyond warm home winter bond ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Traveler does not really choose the definite spaces and time frames. He may plan and prepare for a specific destination. But he cannot ensure its finality. For everyone who is often on the road … Continue reading when the leaves are gone: two haiku

Memory can make a thing seem: a haiku

(traveler's view through a car window) missing a rabbit he saw this one following she said it's a pig ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “There is so little to remember of anyone - an anecdote, a conversation at a table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the … Continue reading Memory can make a thing seem: a haiku