just musing on something sensitive: a random rambling poem.

Rosalyn Tureck The silence of the sea. Random music musing. War=Wall between two humans.* I want to say something but I just cannot vocalize because it is too sensitive to talk about. Silence is a great wall. Sometimes some music can break through the wall. If only more have ears to hear. Pure music is … Continue reading just musing on something sensitive: a random rambling poem.

a beautiful wordless reflection of a long gone memory

Mirror a wordless reflection one morning in winter. Wordless beauty. Looking at this today brings back long gone memory of a time when he first had a glimpse of her in the mirror. She was getting ready to go to work. He watched her at the door. He could only see her back. But then he … Continue reading a beautiful wordless reflection of a long gone memory

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)

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)

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)

cross another ocean of loss: a haiku (and prose)

  one day he arrives another ocean's sunset might as well cross it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~today he knows the extent of his grief. He now knows the length and width and depth of his sense of loss. The ocean of loss. He is just testing a new mop to see if it functions as claimed like a … Continue reading cross another ocean of loss: a haiku (and 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)

a long goodbye: a haiku (and a prose)

like a movie scene they pose and say long goodbye captured time and space ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Their relationship is at an impasse. Neither gives way. At some points they have to say goodbye but no one will say it first. Like a movie scene, the moment of freeze is captured on screen. Yet movies often promise good endings. Some … Continue reading a long goodbye: 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)

through glass I view love: a haiku and a prose

her heart laced a glimpse of mirror both sides reflect vaguely I detect ~~~~~~~~~~~~I take this from a window on a fast train preparing to climb a mountain in winter. It is not clear. Perhaps my hand shakes a bit as I try to avoid knocking down the coffee and cake of another traveler over whom … Continue reading through glass I view love: a haiku and a prose

she knows love: a haiku (and prose)

His heart with hope glows her new song from ocean's end never ebbing flow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. Having come … Continue reading she knows love: a haiku (and prose)

If I sell you love: a haiku (and a prose)

Will you buy from me if I sell you my heart ache bleeding all in blue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~He tries the last resort. He decides to start a healing school -treating cases of heart aches. There is no lack of supplies and demands. He has a theatre full. But he specializes on only one kind of heart ache, a rare kind, … Continue reading If I sell you love: a haiku (and a prose)

she sings unending love: a haiku (and a prose)

I cannot tell you depth of sea and height of sky my love has no end ~~~~~~~~~~One day he cannot breathe. He lies there on a couch panting for his life. She is there. She looks into his eyes and sings a love song. She is a medical doctor but she is off duty. And … Continue reading she sings unending love: a haiku (and a prose)

his best not strong enough for love: a haiku (and a prose)

Not strong enough love he tries his best honestly giving in dying ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He tries very hard to love her. Like climbing uphill on an old freight train. Sitting in the last coach car he looks out. The front coaches have wheeled ahead and turned to another direction round the bend. He can see the front coaches moving … Continue reading his best not strong enough for love: a haiku (and a prose)

the day they cross the channel: a haiku (and a prose)

That day she speaks love her hair caressing the wind in place never been ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He remembers that day. They cross the English channel together. They have flown many hours just to get there so they can cross the channel together. It is a sight of brilliant whiteness. The white waves. The white seagulls. The white clouds … Continue reading the day they cross the channel: a haiku (and a prose)

sometimes he doesn’t know love: a haiku (and a prose)

Now he doesn't know Sometimes he thinks he knows love in moments alone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He doesn't know her anymore. They have parted for too long and the distance is too far. He still remembers this often at dawn. How he has driven for hours in the early hours on a treacherous winding  country lane up the foggy … Continue reading sometimes he doesn’t know love: a haiku (and a prose)

a taller tree of love: a haiku (and a prose)

He now knows this truth love means taller straighter route tree beyond compare ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Standing still and guarding a precious tender love is a very hard thing. Often impossible. First he needs to be true. Then he needs to see from a perspective higher than the rest. He needs divine strength inside out. "Love with all his heart, … Continue reading a taller tree of love: a haiku (and a prose)

a wall of love: a haiku (and a prose)

Seeing you from far glancing through a wall of trees distance I can't cross ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Loving someone without the reality of getting close to her anymore is like being left outside an impenetrable wall. He cannot climb up the wall. It is not proper to do so. He cannot pull it down. It is not allowed by law. He … Continue reading a wall of love: a haiku (and a prose)

walking in the green park: a haiku (and a prose)

I think I'm alone I hear my friend calling me walking far beyond ~~~~~~~~~~~~coming home means I can walk anytime of the day as the green park is just nearby, about ten minutes' drive. My occasional (like once in a blue moon) passing sadness is that I am walking alone again, unlike the clouds which tend … Continue reading walking in the green park: a haiku (and a prose)

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)

a browser of the heart in a chest called “Love”: a haiku (and a prose)

so deep is the night these two fingers click a heart locked in chest named "Love" ~~~~~~~Browsing through this blog, I found that this is the series that bares an aspect of my heart that I hardly talk about except in the deepest moment of a random night when I dare venture into a browser … Continue reading a browser of the heart in a chest called “Love”: a haiku (and a prose)

Dearest love, he penned: a haiku (and a prose) for someone who has turned his world around

Solo or in pair klee-ew huoh-houh-huoh long mew transmissions received ~~~~~~~~~~~~While onshore before he set sail he heard a phone ringing,  but when he picked it up he could hear people talking not particularly to him. Then the call was terminated. He wrote this letter and set sail alone. "Dearest love: You sent a WhatsApp text … Continue reading Dearest love, he penned: a haiku (and a prose) for someone who has turned his world around

perfect love, he wrote again: a haiku story

He went to the rock in time to witness the waves spitting spurting foams ~~~~~~~He thinks he should write this letter to her to report his whereabouts. "My dearest love: You have heard that I come to the ocean to visit the rock. Yes, I have just returned safely to my well-heated room, warm, filled … Continue reading perfect love, he wrote again: a haiku story

He heard a sound so familiar: a haiku story

  he heard his name called from a distance but not far warm and tender thought ~~~~~~~~~~Naturally her. Gentle. Firm. Hope overflowing from every pore if sound has pores. He heard a sound so familiar that for a moment he thought he was at home seeping hot coffee reading new poems at his favorite armchair … Continue reading He heard a sound so familiar: a haiku story

Traveler’s mirror reflects: palm canopy (a haiku)

Stretching over you My omnipotent feathers Divine protection. ~~~ Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler And from the perilous pestilence. He shall cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler. ♡♡♡Psalm 91:3-4♥♥♥