A Hot Dare

My father dared me to eat raw green chilli and my mother encouraged me. I playfully took a bite. It wasn’t bad but then, my tongue began to tingle. Ignoring it, I consumed it whole to find my mouth burning by the hotness of the ironically named chill-i. Hiccups followed. I ran to the kitchen to find something sweet to balance the act while at the same time, I kept on gasping for more and more air to soothe the tongue that was painfully revolting against my senses at the time. I eventually found some jaggery and thrust it into my mouth, hurriedly melting it by the combined efforts of my saliva and teeth so that the sweetness could rush forth to procure the territory taken away by the sharp and hostile madness that had made me do what I did.

bit into the veins

ordeals caused by chilli

relieved by sweet gur*

~

playful dare

chilli eaten whole-

a hi-cc-cc-up

.

*Gud or gur: Punjabi word for jaggery. It also reminds me of a Punjabi saying, “mar jawan gur kha ke”, which is said when some one comes to know of a grand event/happening, meaning to say that the person is willing to die by eating something as trivial as jaggery(he/she will die off eating jaggery). The jaggery may well be representative of happiness. I will confirm it from my mother.

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Nagoshi Haiku

paper lanterns hung

lighting hearts with a sweet hope

a reverent night

~

parades and fireworks

dance along with soothing breeze

farewell summer days

~

the layers of sins

shed at the end of summers

awakening soul

~

year half gone, half left

smile, celebrate nagoshi

chew guava candies

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 231.

Green Paddy (Aota) Haiku

the green lines swaying

sweet gentle hands caressing

prospering paddy

*After being on a vacation, it seems I have to get into the flow of writing haiku once again. I hope you all would bear with me and support me in my haiku writing endeavor. This is written in response of the Carpe Diem # 228.

Taue (Rice Planting) Haiku

reflecting shadows

puddles of water on fields

workers in sedge hats

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fields filled with water

men descends to place seedlings

gilded performers

~

women in kasa

traditional performance

the paddies planted

~

bow down in prayer

planting the mother earth’s womb

promising fine crops

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young girls singing songs

hoping for a good harvest

time for festival

~

aura of dances

enhanced crop’s vitality

melodies in air

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 220

The Choice is Mine

the moment the impalpable fruit comes up on the horizon

the nightly spots of light attract me, asking me to fade away with them that time

the choice is mine whether-

I want to be a seed of the sweet rising fruit or

the shine of the fading spots of night light.