Shivering hands
hold hot cup of coffee
Here comes winter
hold hot cup of coffee
Here comes winter
I was born a woman in a man’s world. But for him, I was not an ordinary woman… I was different. That day when I opened my eyes, his was the first, or perhaps the second, face – I don’t exactly remember – that flashed in front of my eyes. For him, it was love at first sight and the moment he held me in his arms, he gave away his heart to me. I was in such a trance-like state that I could not fathom what was happening around me. But as the time passed, his pure, holy love for me, melted my heart. Within no time, I became his sweetheart, his life. Even the love of his life, his beautiful wife, could not match the spell that I cast on him. Seeing the intensity of his love for me, she never dared to step into our privacy. As years went by, his love for me kept on changing forms. Sometimes he was my friend, at others he was my mentor, my idol. He helped me solve all my “problems”, but most of our time together was spent fighting over silly things. Not even a single peaceful day passed amo...
We too are shivering here... weather has changed so fast.
ReplyDeleteNice one!
Ya.. n i guess im falling prey to this change..
ReplyDeletebeautiful.
ReplyDelete:) Thanku so much sir... I'm really delighted to read ur comments... I read somewhere that in real Haiku's they mention the season... I don't know if its necessary or not... but I just tried using it...
ReplyDeleteI am not too learned on the subject, Charu. I have also wondered about this. It could be that haiku had evolved from the Zen Buddhist culture. Zen is meditation, being integrated with the whole. When you are integrated with the whole, you are alive to the pulsebeats of everything around you. You merge with the whole. Then the birds, the trees, the hills, the rivers...and, yes, even the bustle of the city become part of you. You place yourself only within the context of the whole. You become a hyper-sensitive antenna picking up the subtle changes in the mood around you...And, have you noticed this--the mood of the whole is all about the seasons. I guess one need not bring in the name of the season in a haiku for it to be called a haiku, if one can convey otherwise the meditative experience of being with the whole.
ReplyDeleteAm I talking sense? I don't know.
It's all making sense... Just that I need some more understanding... of the world... of the life... and of the whole... as u call it
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