At a one-off Haiku event, I attempted a few of my own. The rules I could remember to follow were:

  • A reference to a season/time of the year
  • Two distinct images (no similes)
  • Three lines (I let the syllable count drop though)
  • A full sentence and a sentence fragment

Given that I live in modern-day Mumbai and not picturesque, old-world Japan, my imagery is rather umm….gristly. Be kind.

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I

Cold cream pitches;
The morning train
blows our trumpet

II

Carrot flower;
The sweating bridegroom
goes crunch

III
Cracked soles;
Hot coffee runs
out from below

IV
Hands outstretched
to own the world;
Celluloid king

V
Evening shower;
The Elephant God
goes home

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