wrinkles in your face are as beautiful as
a withered tree
time tickles
it hurts
no thoughts
it hurts
no thoughts
hatred is sour
some sour fruits
are good for life
some sour fruits
are good for life
chirping of birds
makes me smile
alarm makes me frown
makes me smile
alarm makes me frown
blind bats gorge
all my guavas
poor squirrels
all my guavas
poor squirrels
blushing birds shy away
from the moon
for a snooze
from the moon
for a snooze
we the rocks
are metamorphosized
by the stream of life
are metamorphosized
by the stream of life
do i write haiku
or is it my brother
am i schizophrenic
or is it my brother
am i schizophrenic
the color of knowledge
is white says
the blackboard
is white says
the blackboard
his mundane existence
at last something happened
funeral bells
hitch hiked and
made it on time
for my first bike race
made it on time
for my first bike race
~arunbharath
3 comments:
Looks like the poet is under the blissful influence of alcohol and psychedelics! :P
nice compilation machi
@Sowmya Psychedelics yes, alcohol a big no :). Good inference though :).
@Vish Thanks a lot machan.
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