Tag: haiku

Bold city skyline
Trying to become something
New under the sun

Blast from the Past:

Gazing at the skyline
Contemplating the fall of
Capitalism

Ancient corpse rising
From my steps, flaming world that
I always betray.

Blast from the Past:

Empty your storehouse
Unto others as if they
Want your leftovers.

Just from the flower,
Smiling at the last butterfly
In atomic rain

Blast from the Past:

You must live with both
Dialoguing with evil
Violence without blood

Time masks its truth of
Becoming a mute guillotine
Or a god for you.

Blast from the Past:

Creeping vines of time
Entwine our lives together
Absorbed into one

I wish I had a
Button I could press to end
All the traffic sounds

Blast from the Past:

A quintessential New York moment:
Cross the street. A car
Whips around the bend, honking
Like I am to blame.

Flowers in full bloom
In front of which everyone
Stands for a selfie

Blast from the Past:

In this city of
Crowds clambering and clanking,
You can feel alone

(This first haiku is about a flower garden I saw in Bangkok. The second one was about New York City.)

Beneath this silence
Where speech can’t venture, I cry
Alone with the night

Blast from the past:

Alone in the crowd
Solitude in the hustle
The silence of sound