Tag: philosophy
group name: tsopr
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August 05, 2009 07:46 AM EDT --
Haiku-33
tears in my eyes
sun floats in a sea of salt
that roars inside.
© C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar
To Dawn
A garden of herbs . . .
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February 25, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
In search of Him
“Today you shall find God.”
A voice in dream proclaims.
With the rain of shine he wakes
in the morning, takes a bath.
The voice has made him alert. . . .
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September 27, 2009 03:22 PM EDT --
On a night the stars sit up high,
In their beautiful shine.
Beckoning seats the emissaries sit
In amazement.
We dare not watch
Dreams fade away in our eyes
At nights weighty call.
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October 29, 2009 09:09 AM EDT --
On this day, you are a class
From the outside you stand right
You dazzle each glimpsing eye at your glance
From the breeze of your hair
To the curve of your shoe
Ravenous!
Your small . . .
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November 04, 2009 02:53 PM EST --
We know,
The brisk of the morning
Lives beneath
The dead of the night
And so,
The halt to our moaning
Lies within
The strength of our might
So strange....
Like a chess game . . .
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July 23, 2009 10:50 AM EDT --
A sound of orient
He looks like a fragranced oasis in this city;
a lean, yet muscular man in a dhoti,
sweaty; playing flute, a plateful of bland food
in front of him, his . . .
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July 08, 2009 08:58 AM EDT --
Time’s Lust for life
A short amble through the Van Gogh’s pastures, lustrous in chrome,
dust is leaving some patches on his trousers; all he can
dream is, warm . . .
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July 09, 2009 07:11 AM EDT --
Ten years old world
(To the daughter of Ferosh is O. )
Infighting between cyborgs
is yet to be appeased,
but with a jerk windows’ panes
flash a secret signal . . .
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September 06, 2009 07:16 AM EDT --
the wake of the ground
Rain brings them, the coiling blabbing sisters
or two simple gender confused worms, out.
Huddling, free from the fear of predators,
sinking . . .
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August 24, 2008 08:05 AM EDT --
dog guarding owners
scares beautiful deer away
they scamper in fright
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November 12, 2009 01:17 PM EST --
Accolade knows us by name
It is our sun and it is our rain
Our depth of strength
Cause we know it must come.
Alas! here is the rainy season
Our strive, our joy lies with one reason;
Accolade . . .
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November 29, 2009 02:10 PM EST --
Distinct faces lean beside my wall
I never seen them before I can swear
Acquainted they've now become
In my father's house.
I've choosen to live
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August 02, 2009 07:38 AM EDT --
passion of believing
If this red orchid means anything
it is the passion of believing,
it is the belief in believing.
Noon has made the orchid little shy;
it . . .
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August 29, 2009 07:49 AM EDT --
eyes trace some sounds
Sounds are so delicate
they break
whenever I speak.
All you can hear
is a door
making squeaks
and you take it as my
terms of love.
I close the door . . .
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August 31, 2009 10:06 AM EDT --
Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema had painted me
(For the Art of Writing Group)
Too lethargic to welcome you but
this way it’s more sensual, I know.
A fruit falls from the . . .
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September 01, 2009 08:49 AM EDT --
the key to the moondom
The key reminds me of
a story told by mom
cricket's night, till I drop.
Moonlight narrows on me; the key;
it wants the key. I know the pathos . . .
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September 04, 2009 08:00 AM EDT --
blank verse in the days of a flu
The shadow of a fern on a school building,
forlorn, tiptoeing moments break quarantine.
In this town, we all have the flu; shadows
tick as a slow . . .
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July 28, 2009 07:07 AM EDT --
(haibun) power cut
This is the city of power cut. Someone has said. The ghost of darkness still plagues us, the people. Sometimes. Sometimes evening is a wrap of darkness. Power failure? . . .
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August 27, 2009 07:14 AM EDT --
Inconstant world
I(haiku )
inconstant whispers
constant calling of crickets
broken by a crash
II(tanka)
inconstant words sway,
pilgrimage midst winter through
the gully of . . .
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September 02, 2009 07:47 AM EDT --
operators of life
Drone of an electric sun
on a thin rubber sheet sky;
I open my heart’s nimble
mechanism before you.
“Such a beautiful chip it is!” . . .
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