Mar 14, 2016 The Daily Post
For The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Fleeting
Fleeting Universe – Haiku 1
©March 14th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Quick! Come take a look
Whirling leaves sucked down the drain
Planets in orbit.
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Oct 24, 2015 Uncategorized
How often do you nap?
This was the topic I got on the Random Questions – Conversation Topic Generator on Dan Alatorre‘s blog, where he issued a haiku challenge (and I got here via one of my blogging favs, Draliman (thanks, Dr. Ali!)
So, how strange that I should get my favorite topic — SLEEP?
The only problem with that question above is that I do NOT nap, or at least hardly ever. I SLEEP, and that too, often quite late, in the wee hours of the morning.
So, let’s have a go at this thing, shall we?
Dream-Nap
©October 24th, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
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Screen-sucked, I hear you:
So, how often do you nap?
I dream my answer.
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Tags: #haiku, #Original Poetry, random topic
Oct 4, 2015 Original Poetry, Writing 201
Held In Thrall – Six Haiku About Screens
©October 4th, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
Silver screens and reels
Pixellated thoughts and dreams
Escape routes abound.
I see you staring
Eyes filled with flickering light
Mirror-self in blue.
Computer lights trap,
And movie-lights release us
We never find sleep.
Wandering in dreams
We forget to sleep, nodding
Endlessly awake.
Sunflowers turn off
Night lingers, laden with sleep
While we type, enthralled.
Screens ensnare us all —
Spiders crawl away in haste
My screen spins my trap.
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Tags: #haiku, computer screens, enthrallment, escapism, movie screens, screens, spell, trapped in pixels
Oct 3, 2015 Original Poetry
Fall Wealth: Five Faltering Haiku — written in a soporific daze.
©October 3rd, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
Tender the promise
Bulbs bearing spring in their roots
The gladness of growth.
Tulips, daffodils
Tight as little fists in bags
Raise a hue and a cry.
Biting roses, fierce
Fighting, thorny, so fragrant
I swoon, and get pricked.
Echinacea blooms
So pretty, so gay, but oh,
Deadly dull their names!
Tomorrow, go forth
Seek that herald of harvest:
Autumn’s fragrant breath.
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Tags: #Autumn, #haiku, Autumn's tread, fall, Growth, Miles Davis plays "These Autumn Leaves", Wealth
Jun 18, 2014 Uncategorized
Creek
©June 18th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Haiku prompt provided by Carpe Diem.
Awash in clearness
I sit, feet in the water,
Mind babbling, empty.
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Tags: #haiku, #Original Poetry, carpe diem
Jun 13, 2014 Uncategorized
Matrix
(Upon Seeing the Daughter of My Friend Who Died)
©June 13th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Child, whose fulcrum’s gone–
Leaves fall to earth, trees can die.
~ Summer rainshine weeps.
Yet, she plays and smiles
A child with no words for grief
Fish can swim to air.
And you, the father,
Broken, full of promises,
Can you face this child?
Not for me to speak?
Winds blow through the neighborhood
Speak of my friend’s grave.
For shame, you father!
Whose child dances on tightropes —
Honor her mother!
My friend, who died last year
Welcomed death, for cancer’s hell.
Her child breathes her breath.
Remember her child!
Her bones and her blood are hers
Spare love, spare your breath!
You will be your judge
And there will be reckoning –
Kneel, when your light fades.
Yes, you lost her too
To each, his loss, to each, hers –
Honor, cherish, weep!
And child, remember.
Reflections hold memories –
These make matrices.
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NOTE: The root meaning of matrix is “mother” or “womb.”
Tags: #Daughter, #Death, #haiku, #Original Poetry, death of a young mother, grief, matrices, matrix, original haiku, selfish father
May 30, 2014 Awake in Dream Time - Journal Entries about the almost real, the surreal and the unreal
Un-Metaphorical Musings – Sixteen Haiku
©May 30th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Focus! I order,
Focus on love, joy and fun –
Tragedy, begone!
Focus flickers out.
Blindly missing what I like,
I simply exist.
So, filled with ennui,
I sit here, silent and still.
Empty, hollow-eyed.
Hollowed, I sit still.
Ennui all around me.
Boredom fills my bones.
Bones thrum to music
Outside, birds trill in pleasure
When did pain arise?
Pouring from the sky
Outside, the golden sunshine
Makes bright the darkness.
A bright ice-cream truck
Clamoring sounds fill the air.
The weekend begins.
Inside, in school-mode
Thinking, pencils in our hands
We face each other.
Puzzling over this
Moment of non-metaphor
Can we write the truth?
Here, I write in peace.
In India, two teenage girls
Hang from a tree, dead.
Elsewhere, children starve
Gazing into cameras
Eyes huge and hungry.
Here, we eat and crunch
The savour of salt and oil
Permeates the air.
There, a woman walks
Baby on hip, pot on head
Water, far away.
Here, see the landlords,
Grossly surfeit, call for more
Wine flows into cups.
And here, I sit, bored?
Bored, am I? How arrogant!
Step outside, and see!
Today can go on
Stretching into a weekend
And the earth spins on.
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Tags: #haiku, #Original Poetry, Boredom, Daily-ness, Writing about writing
Mar 30, 2014 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries
Dog-Spring – A Haiku
©By Vijaya Sundaram
March 30th, 2014
Wind bearing presents
Rain-glims, shoot-stirs, bird-songs loud
Smile-suffused dog-tail.
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Tags: #haiku, Dogs and spring, For NaPoWriMo
Apr 13, 2013 Original Poetry
Funambulist –Two Haiku
©By Vijaya Sundaram
April 13th, 2013
The funambulist
Pauses, poised between two worlds
Then shrugs, and goes on.
And thus, I, poet
In mid-air, on a tightrope
Sway, shrug and press on.
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Tags: #haiku, #NaPoWriMo, Funambulism, tightrope walker