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Haiku - Autumn

This is my second year in A to Z April Challenge 2014.

After the enriching experience of 2013 I decided to continue yet again. And this time more streamlined. As I was learning to write 'haiku' I thought to make it my theme for this year's challenge.  I learnt haiku with a image is far more captivating and so I will try to combine my haiku with a relevant photo. I am sure with so many experienced poets participating in this challenge I would get the right kind of feedback for my haiku to improve. There could not be a better forum than A to Z April Challenge to get readers and reviewers for your work. I am thankful for this opportunity to the entire team.

Day 1 - Letter A


AUTUMN



The lone backyard bench
Kissed by fallen maple leaves
Orange, as autumn.


This is a submission to A to Z April Challenge 2014

Photo Credits - Google Images
Haiku - © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)

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Socially Active

Everything I do
I type onto you
You complain never not
No if no but

You gave back friends
Lost in the woods
Did take away few
In a red hot mood

A buffet of expression
news, games and more
Nothing at one time
Now options galore

Important and not so
all dates in my sight
No misses in wishes
I feel so light

Like a daily chore
I login to indulge
In liking comments
And share no grudge

My typing speed has increased
& my boss seems happy
But family has the sad emoticon
'cause I only speak to my lappy

To known ; unknown on the network
Each one I say "Hello"
But I didn't know my roomate's
Favourite colour is yellow

I'm available virtually
In real too busy
Meet you at the news feed
In here its crazy

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]

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Blank Spaces

Breaking a relation where love exists but hidden is difficult. Every romantic love relationship starts blissfully. As time passes the soaked-in-love partners begin to note the "Blank Spaces". Squabbles turn into banter and then take the shape of feud. Both the involved side generally tend to forget to overlook and forgive the other. All that started with "we" begins to end with "I". And eventually the decision to part is taken. But where love still exists, parting becomes temporary and miraculously works in favour of their relation. They realize that a little forgiveness could bestow on them lifelong love.

So let's begin to mend our ways and fill those blank spaces in our love relationship.


BLANK SPACES


The way it started, I remember,

Those pleasant memories of summer,
But how the cards fell,
I could not know,
The sound of it went unheard,
Amidst the noise that surrounded us,
The creases that were formed,
Bearing the stresses for long,
How the threads moved apart,
And the yarn (un)spun,
Neither you nor I could hold,
Hold back the raging flames,
The burns , the bruises revealed,
How the home turned into a house,
All that love leaking out,
Leaving behind red bricks uncovered,
As "we" got strangled between you and me,
And "I" stood alone,
How silence became our conversation,
Happiness, a far dream,
The same cup of coffee tasted bitter,
For the same you and me,
As intolerance became our tenant,
We walked away our own way,
With lost love, wrecked heart,
Knowing not the tortuous path,
And how it could merge again,
Before this rots and beings to smell,
Let's mend our mistakes,
And fill the blank spaces.

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]

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X-mas

December, the last month of the year comes with a festive mood, especially the 25th December, birth day of Jesus Christ. This day being celebrated as Christmas across the globe. Since my schooldays I associated Christmas with snow, Santa, stocking, gifts, cakes, chocolates and long holidays. And these continue to be the celebratory items even today, not just for me but for every child. It is the time when families come together. Christmas not just exemplifies merriment and togetherness, it also stands for hope that darkness would eventually leave. 

So for this year's Christmas, my poem for the children.

X-mas

Jingling bells of winter,
Sounds every December,
Here comes happy holidays,
Like warmth of the sun-rays,
One night of empty stocking,
Filled with gifts next morning,
Santa visits all, tells my Mom,
Rich girl Tina and also poor Tom,
Each one's family together to merry,
With cakes, chocolates and cherry,
Fear and sadness all gone,
For this day Hope was born.

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