#vss365 #mellow I protest In pastel shades. My words, A mellow yellow, Or lavender, Or the faintest pink. They do not possess The heft of the reds, Or the anger Of the oranges. Those hues Can change a nation. Mine, I use You see, So that the nation Does not Change me.

#vss365 #onyx Onyx eyes Look into her soul Find a silver lining.

#HaikuSaturday notification screen time display nudges me towards half-done chores

#vss365 When the writer Describes his coffee The reader smells it When he confesses his heart break The reader bears the ache The monsoon in a book Warrants its chasing Injustice Demands fair play This is a #spiritual connection Between god and devotee But who is who?

#vss365 #purpose Should art have a purpose Beyond that Of bringing the greatest joy To its creator?

#vss365 Is it a #promise If it is not voiced Or signed On bond paper In the presence of two witnesses? Is it a promise If it is fulfilled Without promissory notes Or weekly reminders And last warnings? Is it a promise When you make me a cup of tea For the thousandth time?

#vss365 #tear If a tear Could be torn from Its saltiness Would it fall Like pure rain? Purposeless. Blissful.

#vss365 #violet between the red of anticipation and the blue of uncertainty lies stoic violet full of hope

#vss365 My books bicker everyday. The half-read books Demand attention And the unread ones Insist upon second chances. The dog-eared ones Call for retribution The favourites Applaud my taste And the borrowed ones Wait to return home. #Together They hate the television.

#vss365 #crimson Elite artist Dithers over Scarlet Crimson Cherry Garnet Mahogany Carmine And Burgundy For his rose. The humble painter Chooses red.

#vss365 Morning ritual You start writing Pell-mell Words follow other words Insisting that they be seen You try to lasso them Into submission But they escape And wander across the page Forming groups of two and three And #happenstance A poem appears Much like life.

#vss365 #sparrow When I say I miss the sparrow I mean I miss the mango tree Outside my childhood home And the summer holidays Spent in its broad branches And the comic books With implausible possibilities And the impending monsoons And eternal friends Who are strangers now.

#vss365 #Sapphire There once was a girl named Sapphire In her town she was an outlier For when she was blue No one had a clue If it was her mood or just her attire.

#vss365 #hum Is there a sound So soothing As the hum of domesticity? The kettle singing The newspaper rustling The washing machine hiccuping At intervals The oven pinging In readiness The sprinklers Nourishing the grass All the mundane noises That make everyday A miracle.

#vss365 #mischief Such mischief In the eyes of the gods As they roll the dice Three earthquakes One deadly virus Two quasi world wars Six shootings Six more shootings Four bombings Three assaults Five deaths through starvation Once the die is cast All prayers are in vain..

#HaikuSaturday Musical concert Brand new singers will be born By the end of day

#vss365 #scowl There once was lass from the city Who was so rude it was a pity She’d sulk and she’d scowl In a manner so foul And hence I am writing this ditty.

#FromOneLine It took two tubes of glue Two whole tubes To fix his broken car It would have been easier To pop into the one-dollar store And buy a new one But for the child to witness The painstaking effort To mend what was broken With patience and care It was beyond value.

#FromOneLine It was just a box Of a house His childhood home So he started living more and more In his head In his head he soared in the skies Or plumbed the seas He lost himself in the woods And talked to fish He heard the grass grow And translated birdsong He became a poet

#vss365 #rules