Gion Festival Haiku

giggling girls swirling

yukata adorning them

paper fans in hands

~

gulping down the sweets

sumo-wrestler in Kyoto

the Gion is in flow

~

opened entryways

displayed family heirlooms

take a glance and leave

~

single stroke needed

slashing the rope of desires

begins matsuri

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 230.

Goo:- A Very very Short-story

He was exhilarated after such a wonderful date. After taking her leave with a small peck on her forehead, he was walking back home.

“Excuse me, sir,” said a man in rags sitting on the sidewalk.

He was furious at having his thoughts interrupted but still turned towards him and inquired, “Yes?”

The tramp gave a toothless smile and replied, “There is goo under your nose.”

a certain trace

the days of past

leave a certain trace

on the life’s mast

which is not always a grace,

.

they do leave a certain trace

which influences our future sail

which won’t always be a grace

because of the troubling gale

.

which influences our future sail

on the life’s mast

because of the same troubling gale

of the days of past.

(Poetic form:- Pantoum)