A Haiku Story...

I don't know if I'm allowed to (mis)use Haiku to write whatever the heck I want, but who's judging?!?


Hey! Stop judging!

Cigars, highs and everything nice

I see clouds of smoke
Smooth leather, mahogany
A burning finger.


The expensive suits,
Thirteen cars and eight chauffeurs
Money can't buy love


Strawberries & cream
Tender lips and two warm hearts
Just a wistful dream


The scotch is over,
The seconds hand is too loud
I am all alone


The glass has fallen,
The clock has struck it's last hour
Befriending silence.

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The Unfortunate Spider

There was once a spider that lived in a porcelain home.
Safe and secure in a big white dome.

Spinning his web, placidly did he sit.
T'was a pity I didn't foresee my emergency visit.

The deed had to be done, but I didn't want him to perish.
The dance of the spider, a futile fight to the finish.

I nervously withheld my breath, was he foe or friend?
I was already grinning, for the ordeal was about to end.

He held on to his ever-strong web, he was going to live today.
And I gulped as I absentmindedly flushed him away.

A sad day for all spiders, an insignificant funeral.
But that's the story of how the spider died in a Public Urinal.

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Haiku

Sun sinks in the sea
The birds have left the island
Open up, red earth

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Two feet on the ground
He follows her soft voice
Taking his first steps

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I want to come first
Having to die anyway
Me, the first snowflake

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The birds hide in trees
The forest has turned silent
Hunting Season starts

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The plants are thirsty
The cat has to hunt for food
An old lady dies

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Hands grip the handle
Beads of sweat are trickling down
The train has long gone

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Looking through the blue
Silently screaming for help
Wishing I had gills

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A blank white paper
The rancid taste of pure ink
There's nothing to write

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Two steps and a trip
Seven human fingers
Ten empty shot glasses

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Ear muffs, shattered glass
Resisting the urge to boo
It's Karaoke Night

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Alright..
So the themes for most of them are obvious, which is contrary to the Haiku styles I've witnessed where, the harder to figure out WHAT it means, the better it is.
I thought of writing the themes before each piece, but I figured it ruins the effect.

If you can't figure out a particular theme/mood ask me in the comments section.

By the way, this is my first attempt, so what I grasped from the concept of Haiku could leave a lot to be desired.
Please don't let it be my last. (a.k.a be nice)

Cheers!

All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - © Arvind