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Thursday, September 13, 2012

Revelation Haiku

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His nice demeanor nicely laced with fake wisdom unleash the devil. To misunderstanding and assumptions. Apologies for the ugly haiku. Stat...
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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

And He Remembers Wes...

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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
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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Your image in my Heart

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Raindrops on your face you look the prettiest image here forever. To love. Lost. Inspired by the theme at
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Raining Blood Haiku

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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 Inspir...
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Divine Haiku

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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...
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Sunday, September 9, 2012

Pepper Haiku

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Tiring day at work she leaves and someone follows pepper spray attack. Inspired by the theme at
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Saturday, September 8, 2012

Gloss Haiku

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Outrageous you come with that everlasting smile you demon of gloss. Inspired by a poem written by a friend titled The Demon of Gloss
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Tarun Mazumdar
Gift from a writer friend - Filled with love, this poet, writer and bass player, creates pieces that will bring a definite smile to your face and on rare occasions anything else (Anything else is in context of creations which he composes out of his love for the death metal symphonies). Clear like waters of perennial rivers and simple like kindergarten verses, his poems can touch your heart like a poignant composition of rhythmic marvel. Oozing positivity and will to achieve despite of several obstacles and hitches, the artist is an exemplary burgeoning wonder who reinforces virtues like perseverance, immense faith, hope and spreading happiness, with his writings for his friends and about minute tangible and intangible things in one’s own paraphernalia. The artist’s poetry is like a song of the first cuckoo sitting on the Peepal tree outside your window, at the break of dawn and giving out the first call to its friends and family. Just as pleasant that melody is, his poetry is similarly soulful and inviting. Filled with warmth in his thoughts, he spills magic in his words to immerse his audience in nothing but sheer pleasure and delight.
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