Weekly Haiku Challenge #42 : Love and last

This week’s haiku challenge from Ronovan included the words Love and last. The prompt words immediately conjured up lots of images and I was quite excited to attempt them. I even managed to include a haiku dedicated to waffles!!

Writer’s inspiration

To write, I set you

free – you stupidly returned;

Alas, our love will last.

Teenage love

“Our love, tests shall pass;

but you got a new boyfriend,

oops, that did not last!



Rich belgian waffle,

not a moment does it last,

fleeting taste of love.


Haiku Challenge 38 – rest & ill

It’s easter weekend and with all the ‘extra’ time, I’ve attempted to write haikus twice for the last week’s haiku challenge! However, being the brilliant genius me, I completely forgot to post it *groans*! Anyway, here they are:

Life and Death- a haiku

A happy illness,

the tragedy that is life,

rest at last in death.

The love affair
Love-sick moon spins round,
the earth in a restless rut,
reels round the sun, but.
Hope you’ve had a good easter!


I first bumped into this weekly Haiku Challenge on Felicity’s blog. 

I found the concept quite interesting and since I’ve lazing about in my comfort zone for far too long, I decided to jump right into deep end ! Here’s my attempt at the Haiku (hopefully it classifies as a Haiku): the prompt words are foul and sweet.


Angelic sweet love,

Only she possesses extreme,

Hell’s foul wrath when scorned.


In response to Weekly Haiku Challenge 37 from Ronovan Writes.

Sands of time: Too fast, too slow

Daily prompt: Pace Oddity

If you could slow down an action that usually zooms by, or speed up an event that normally drags on, which would you choose, and why?

After today’s daily prompt *Light bulb* I knew exactly what I wanted to write – Yay!

This would also be my first official NaPoBloMo post !! So double yay !!


Caught up – dashing,

reaching no where painstaking;

To accomplish and achieve,

the rewards you recieve;

Thoughts fixed on the destination,

the journey undertaken, finished with lightning acceleration;

Rats stuck in a never ending maze,

ideation boxed up – minds dazed;

Tortured by scrutiny, senseless,

time slowly drags, often endless;

Fettered to trivality,

blindfolded, the charming reality;

Halt! Stop! Run! Breathe,

Look! See! Fly! Dont seethe;

One life, my friend,

Stand out – do not blend;

Feel the wind exhale,

the sea waves scale;

Sense the leaves of the trees brush,

the wetness of dew drops, the grasses crushed;

Breathe in the crisp of winter air,

warm up to the summer flare;

Make the joys expand,

and sadness fly on time’s sand;

My friend, feel alive,

just as I feel my cancer thrive;

Hold on to your journey a bit longer,

I scramble -mine leeched by a tumour;

Don’t rush your time – live a man,

Alas, how I wish I can!

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Busy bee

Daily prompt: Out of Breath

We all seem to insist on how busy, busy, busy we constantly are. Let’s put things in perspective: tell us about the craziest, busiest, most hectic day you’ve had in the past decade.


I awaken, I see,

I brush, I pee.

I eat , I chew,

churn an acidified brew.

I digest, I absorb,

further break and reasorb.

I catabolise, I anabolise.

all this is to metabolise.

I flare up and burn out,

I crap up and flush out.

I see, I smell,

and speak words I cant spell.

I touch, I feel,

the world is real.

I hear , I taste,

I spew toxic waste.

I imagine, I think,

my eyes blink.

I sleep, I dream,

I shout, I scream.

I live, I fly,

in minds eye.

I breathe,

and I breathe.

Phew! I say,

What a busy day!!!


The message in the post Out of Breath by Life Confusions  encapsulates the heart of what we all really forget – how to live and to enjoy life the way it is.

Talking nirvana

Counting Voices A lively group discussion, an intimate tête-à-tête, an inner monologue — in your view, when it comes to a good conversation, what’s the ideal number of people?

In the empty landscape encased by the eerie glow,
Adrift a little figure with the knitted brow;
Ferreting, foraging, frisking the nirvana ,
For a specimen or a few of the babbling fauna;
To gain nirvana being it’s sole purpose,
It seeks a topic, person, poetry or a prose;
Inciting the perdurable enlightenment of the marbles,
The fiery shattering of the shackles;
What does it matter- one , two or three,
If the gift of thought is what really sets the mind free?

A little too much

Daily prompt: No Excess

“Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.” – Edna Ferber

It is a wonder how time flies

as we grow older,

But fret not

over whats lost,

for beauty lies

in the eyes of the beholder ,

as do the opinions laid

what’s too little or excess for one ,

So now tell me

would you rather be,

the jack of all trade,

the master of none?

Remember – a glass half empty is also a glass half full!


Who Am I ?

Stumbling across the pathways,

In this strange land of desires;

Wandering across the thirsty desert,

A body scorched in fires;

Clambering upon the ledge less cliff,

Falling through the abysmal sky;

Brave the passing torment my child,

Now will be the time you fly.