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Unshaken Thoughts

Glory and Island Haiku

Everyday waiting

the talks filled with joy and warmth

glorious mornings.

For the days gone by.

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Island Haiku

Can you look through me?

deserted with nothingness

Island I walking.

Thank you Shikha for helping me with this one. You are awesome.

Lights Haiku

Lights illuminate

you can see clearly now

who is in the room?

Starve Haiku

She lost her headphones

how will music reach her heart?

her ears are starving.

For my little tall sister.

Meadow Haiku

Knight comes with his sword
Slaying and butchering them
Meadow is red.

To war.

Grass Haiku

Lawn mower's engine roar
The sun plays peekaboo
Morning drama unfolds.


To Sunday morning...
Happy Sunday to you.
Smile forever. Win forever.

Creation Haiku

Veggies chop chop chop
Salt and pepper you hop hop
Create something new.

Revelation Haiku

His nice demeanor

nicely laced with fake wisdom

unleash the devil.

To misunderstanding and assumptions.

Apologies for the ugly haiku. State of mind - Pathetic.

And He Remembers Wes...

My foot starts to tap

as he comes with his solo

symphony of life.

This haiku celebrates the magic of I Remember Wes by George Benson

Your image in my Heart

Raindrops on your face

you look the prettiest

image here forever.

To love. Lost.

Inspired by the theme at

Raining Blood Haiku

Clouds turn crimson

as we look up in horror

it's raining blood.

Tribute to one of the finest thrash metal bands on Earth - Slayer

Inspired by the theme at

Divine Haiku

Tunes caress my heart

your songs like balm to my wounds

sheer divinity.

Tribute to A. R. Rahman Sir for being the greatest.

Inspired by the theme at

Pepper Haiku

Tiring day at work

she leaves and someone follows

pepper spray attack.

Inspired by the theme at

Gloss Haiku

Outrageous you come

with that everlasting smile

you demon of gloss.

Inspired by a poem written by a friend titled The Demon of Gloss

Render Haiku

A sad poet I was

you came, let my heart meet me

Happy poet I.

Inspired by the theme at

Milky Way Haiku

Milk man stumbles, fall
Kids come running and splash, splash
Joy on Milky Way.

Inspired by the theme at

Autumn Haiku

Churning out tunes
He and his brass against the wall
And the leaves fall.

Moon Haiku

Moon on the river

and I think about your face

I remember you.

My heart screams out loud

your name, it needs you badly

unbearable pain.

Inspired by the theme at

Loneliness Haiku

Great behavior
are you sober when alone?
the real you stand naked.

~I~I~I~

Confined in a room

you stare inward and look beyond

now what do you see?

Inspired by the theme at

Color Haiku

You, me and Bagel

vivid colors on the dish

and the thread of love.

(This haiku is for my adorable sister - Shikha...)

Inspired by the theme at

Drawbridge Haiku

My eager eyes wait
as you stand across the bridge
when will it come down?

Inspired by the theme at

Daily prompt - Drawbridge

Alien Haiku # 2

Junk from outer space

lands on our rooftop, tapuk!

tiny rock, my gem.

Alien Haiku

Angel, spread your wings

your intentions, unholy

now demon lives there.

The Father

Little you wake up
a grotesque dream
a pungent nightmare

In darkness
the walls stare
you lay there with no one to take care
he is long gone
the days have passed when you mourned
they say, "time heals"
but your wounds aren't sealed
memories creep in
and the wounds are peeled

At 2 you wake up
enveloped with sweat
the nightmare you have met
your palms cup your face
the little you all alone in this maze

You miss his presence
your life's essence
a man you remember
your hands reach for the phone
his number is on speed dial
its starts to ring
and a voice pours out
you are still
silent
listening to the voice attentively
as he comforts you
and tells you
Father is here.


For Vincent Van Ross and the little girl she knows.

Green Haiku, August 18, 2012

This short green writer
his art ridiculed by them
undeterred he pens.

Haiku Heights

Haiku Soul, August 16, 2012

They play Right in Two

something grips my insides

melody envelops.

Tribute to Tool

Haiku Heights and Haiku my Heart

Stars Haiku August 06, 2012

Airplane's blinking lights
merge with the night's color
they are my new stars.

Haiku Heights

Forget-me-not Haiku August 01, 2012

Droplets wet my skin

doesn't taste salty anymore

the summer sun grins.

Haiku Heights

Dolphins Fly and Sharks Attack

I will give you wings
and you can emerge from the waters

But to my utter surprise
you do slit the thin sheet of film that envelopes the ocean
and fly

You gather the strength within
and leap
the flight is short lived as gravity takes over

But ah! Your flight excites me
asks me, challenges me
I wonder if I can fly like you

The pool in my backyard is my ocean today
and I am its sole dolphin
Black-clad I, all set to fly
Wife wonders who am I
Is it the role play thing that we always try?

My ocean-like pool and I become one
I jump and leap and jump and leap until I am done
minutes later
the water starts to change its color

I cry out loud with pain

Black-clad she attacks

Ah! Silly I forgot

She is the shark of her pool.

She Drums to Live

Her naked foot taps the bass drum

As she prepares to play Lateralus by the mighty Tool

Melody meets my ear drums

The first note and my body witnesses a sudden rush

Like an eargasm

She and her drum kit are one

And when she plays, it is like she is making love to it

I adore the way she smiles and occasionally hum the lyrics

O Meytal Cohen! You are like metal goddess behind the drum set

Churning out delightful covers for me

My soul is drenched as her playing is divinity

Her hair sways and covers her face but dare she misses a beat

The banner behind her reads

“Live Well. Love Much. Laugh Often.”

Clearly defining her ways to live life

Wish I could play someday with you

This ardent desire lives in my heart

One day. One day.

For Meytal Cohen

her covers I adore - 3 Libras and Lateralus

Photo courtesy - Myspace

Ruins of my Phantom City

I curse myself for building it
with these bare hands
The Phantom City
It was massive and all pretty
adorned with jewels of a wide variety
but today I stand and gaze over
over the ruins of what I once built

My City
I thought it was eternal
Ah! the foolish me
It was just an illusion
always waiting to fade away
in this thin air that engulfs me

The ruins lay scattered with fond memories of yesterday
I pick up a few pieces and they shout
"Destroy to Create!"
I must destroy the wrongs
the evil within me
and begin a new life, a new city
That will be my Eternal City.

Vital Haiku July 9, 2012

The sun outlines them

they talk about life and more

love picture perfect.

Photograph by Tarun Mazumdar

for: Haiku Heights and Haiku my Heart

Hills and Us - Part 1 (Kasauli and Shimla)

With eyes half opened I looked for my phone, it was there sleeping under my pillow. It was 10:08 am and I expected their voices in my ears but they are nowhere to be found. As I look up, I see the ceiling fan moving tirelessly doing its job, but the air is anything but cold. Quickly I realize that I am not in Shimla, the air here is hot and it is not mine. My heart resides there in the lap of hills, I know it.

July 4, 2012
The day I will never forget, the day we began our journey for Kasauli and Shimla.
The phone starts to ring and it’s her.
“Where are you? We are waiting for you near Lajpat Nagar metro station. Come fast.” I could sense joy and urgency in her voice. Hurriedly, I responded that I am on my way. After sharing departing pleasantries with mummy and daddy, I left. Mercury is hovering around 42 degrees Celsius, and Delhi is boiling but I know a pleasant weather awaits us.
I board the rickshaw that will take me to Lajpat Nagar Metro Station. The pace of my vehicle is slow but I am not complaining. The Alto car is waiting with the parking lights on. I could see my friends inside from a distance and I know that very soon we will be off for a great trip.
With my red bag I get down from the rickshaw and pay him for his excellent services. She looks at me and the red bag and a string of lively giggles follow. Jaskiran, Shikha, Harmeet and Varun are present inside and I quickly grab my seat and we start to talk about what’s in store. The faces are brimming with joy as the much awaited trip is happening. At 10:30 pm, TJ aka Raj aka Thyagaraju arrives in the car that will take us to Kasauli and Shimla. The car is cozy and we start to load the car with our backpacks and suitcases. Our driver is not all that great as the man is a jerk.
Night is in its full bloom but stars are nowhere to see thanks to pollution. At 11:45 pm we are at Sukhdev dhaba (heaven for Jainis and vegetarians) on NH 1. We order three different kinds of paranthas, plain, aloo and pudina, though the last one looks and tastes disappointing. A great stop if you are going to Chandigarh or Shimla, the parathas come with a generous serving of white butter and goes well with achaar or pickle.
We start our journey bidding good bye to Sukhdev dhaba. John Mayer and others are with us as their songs make our journey all the more pleasant.
We are still on the plains and hills are far away. The series Hills and Us will continue. Happy reading!

Photograph by Tarun Mazumdar

True Haiku # 2 July 1, 2012

gentle breeze touch her
all set to fight gravity
her blood on the floor

True Haiku July 1, 2012

Winter rules your life

you, your spirit are frozen

Spring shall end its reign.

Haiku Heights, Haiku My Heart

Support Haiku June 23, 2012

Mahogany tree

now chopped meticulously

guitarist's solo.

Haiku Heights

Burial of his Dead Heart

All attempts have failed to revive
It is not ready to strive
Pounding hearts witness brutality live
Someone they know is left bleeding
Hungry dogs got a nice feeding
The owner of the heart
Knew from the start
But he got stuck in the whirlpool
And look what is left
Shreds of love and care
Strewn here and there
A clear sign of a savage massacre
Now it is time for the holy burial
The priest has come for the ceremony
He raised his hand to declare his supremacy
“We have gathered for the burial of his dead heart”
The crowd nodded
Bereft of hope they have accepted the unaccepted
“Now I shall read some false beliefs from the book of love quotes” he grins
“I want a pair of slaughtered dove to mark the end of what they called love” he ordered
The grand ceremony concluded
Now hatred shall prevail
Let it consume your hearts
Let it blacken it
Let it feel the hatred
Love doesn’t live here anymore
As it rests six feet under.

Moonlight, Stars and You

her face shines
she admires the beauty of that white ball
up in the sky
like a little child
like a little angel
myriad gleaming things surround the white ball
as if they are displaying a beautiful show for you
merrily you count them and childishly ask
if you can have two of them
I look at them and tell them to come to you
they come down and she gives them lovely names
one is joy and other is love
delightful they rest on her palms
O the moonlight, stars and her.

Wisdom Haiku June 18, 2012

The sun hides behind

I grab my black umbrella

mighty droplets fall.

~0~0~0~

Muddy thoughts and chaos

I sit down with my palms joined

altar of wisdom.

Haiku Heights

Unrequited Love

The world halts and vanishes for him

As you arrive

Slow motion

In fact no commotion

The lady in blue

Behind you

Vanishes in an instant

Confirming the aforementioned statement

He adores you

You sit there with no clue

They say unrequited love is the purest

But fail to complete that it won’t ever manifest

Your heart is killed and brought back to life

A million times, each and every day

He is hoping against hope

His heart hanging from the rope

What he doesn’t want to hear is ‘Nope’

I met him yesterday

Busy making her sculptor with clay

And tells me, “now she is here to stay”

My core aches to see him

Giving up on someone who might adore him

Love is a two way process

I tell him to get out of this mess

He is busy crafting her sculptor

Unaware that his core has a little rupture

As blood of his emotions continue to roll down

She is there

Unaware

I wonder how to end this

On a happy note

With two lovers entwining fingers

Or on a deplorable one

with a bleeding heart and dead hope.

Kreative Blogger Award

It was an ordinary day and I was checking my blog, reading comments on my latest post Lock Haiku Take 2, little I knew that a pleasant surprise was waiting for me. Pranita who has a lovely blog, Miracles Happen nominated me for the Kreativ Blogger Award. I am truly honored Pranita.

This is my first blog award and certainly holds a special place in my heart. Now it is my turn to appreciate and honor some of my fellow bloggers who have touched my soul through their writing and photography.

The rules of accepting this award are as follows:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you!

2. Share ten little known things about yourself.

3. Nominate six other bloggers for the award and inform them of their win... Fun!

Ten little known things about Tarun Mazumdar:

1. He loves winter more than summer (strictly not because of his love for black metal).

2. He is planning to have a mango style wedding.

3. He loves to eat and eat and eat. He seldom experiences foodogasm but when he does....

4. He loves poetry and his alter ego loves to create sadist poems (absolutely fictional).

5. He loves to hit the gym and work out.

6. He wants to become Bruce Lee.

7. He thinks Hatebreed is the best band for gyms.

8. He can spend 30 grands for one show of Cannibal Corpse.

9. He worships Cannibal Corpse.

10. He loves to cook and spaghetti in olive oil is his specialty.

The tough part has finally come. I need to nominate six great bloggers who have blown my mind in the recent past. Damn! this is tough...

so there you go

1. Jaskiran

2. Shikha

3. Grace

4. Magical Mystical Teacher

5. Leo

6. A walk in my heart

Thanks!

Ordinary Haiku, June 10, 2012

Pickle jar, sunshine

Oil, salt and vegetables

Ordinary day

(my granny used to love making pickles for us, this is for her)

Ordinary day

She comes, fine ballerinas

Summer becomes spring.

(Summer in Delhi is unbearable, uncomfortably hot but when she comes my summer becomes spring. This is for the most beautiful girl I know.)

Haiku Heights and Haiku my Heart

Untitled

Her halcyon face brings a smile on my face,

Melancholy, no! not even a trace.

This one is untitled

As I wonder what to name it, maybe ‘Exulted’,

Harking back to the initial thought

Damn! I always forget, mumma says, “tie a knot”.

You will remember what you thought

I just grabbed it, it just got caught

Cries my thought

Halcyon face brimming with joy

I am going weak at the knees, O boy.

Her brown eyes snatches life away

I look into them

So peaceful, so serene

O eyes, you are mean

It makes me dream

Like Benson’s solo absolutely smooth and clean

But wait, I have peeped into them

I can see my life ebbing away

Who is to blame? Are you going to take the claim?

Take it,

Now I don’t care

I wish to stare as the drummer hits the snare

You stand there and enjoy the finger popping tune

Someone asks the name of the song

We call it ‘Sand Dune’.

Harking back yet again to the initial thought

I wonder why I get lost

Someday it is going to cost

O you when will I reveal?

That my heart is steal

Should be stolen but who cares

Until it is rhyming the Nash way

The forgotten thought I missed you again

My girl, when will I reveal

The thoughts and what I feel

They say, “One day my friend, one day.”

This one’s silly because everything’s blur

As you read you might find her

Hidden in the words

Chirping like tiny birds.

dVerse open link night

Lock Haiku Take 2, June 03, 2012

The same melody

but our mood is different

a new key today

A new key today

as it uplifts our spirits

ah! new melody

Ah! new melody

lyrics don brand new clothes

new parts, unlocked.

for: http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/ and http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/2012/05/haiku-my-heart-1.html (Haiku my heart)

prompt: lock

Haiku June 02, 2012

You came to unlock

metamorphosis began

the new I stand here.

(For a very dear person in my life, thank you so much.)

You enter inside

I turn you repeatedly

wrong keys and failure.

(Happens all the time.)

for: http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/ and http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/ (also known as Haiku my heart)

prompt: Lock

Mango Delight

She wonders if I was a mango in my past lifetime

Eternal love for mangoes

Wherever we go I go for mango

The recent visit to a café

I browsed the menu and she knew

I would go for a little mango

The ice-cream man knows that I adore mango like a lover

With puppy eyes I look at the delightful mango treat

Scrumptious, the yellow color magical thing sticks to the stick

Yummy as it melts in my mouth

Play with my tongue and bid goodbye to the gums

Stomach welcomes it as it knows mango is finally home.

for: http://www.theme-thursday.com/2012/05/theme-thursday-for-may-31-2012-ice.html

To Kill A Grammatical Word

Murder the prepositions

Every noun in town

A pronoun strolling on the streets wearing a negligee,

At times in a gown

The moment I neglect her, she frowns

I often kill a grammatical word

Resulting in raised eyebrows and grins

As if I have committed the gravest of sins

Silly I take out my notebook and pen down

My thoughts, they are fearless

But they fear to come out

and meet the beloved paper

Because I might kill some rules here and some there

Mammoth you rest on my table

My Chicago Manual of Style

I look at you

Thoughts wander, am I boiling in bile?

The tiny font in you will teach me

To save the day

How to take the words and play

Once I master the art

I will start from the start

Prepositions, nouns, pronouns and others

Will become my lovers

And no one will be murdered.