Triplets at my imagination

This strange form of poetry, they call it the haiku, has always fascinated me. Coming from the Japanese roots fostered by greats like Basho, Buson, Issa and Shiki and farmed over in English by legends like Blyth, Henderson, Stryck and Beilenson, whether it is the nature or the nurture, haiku has now become the most convenient form for penning down imaginations.


What is a haiku?
A haiku has three lines, describes the images of nature. It is not a single sentence broken up into three lines, but it can be said in one breath. It usually has a 'punch' in the last line, well, does it have some syllable-structure - some say 5-7-5, some say that's only for the Japanese, in English it has totally 9 syllables, short-long-short. Punctuations - go ahead and use them, but the split is clear even without them. Metaphors and similes and rhymes, why do you want to use them when you have only three lines? Capitalization, your wish; use paradox, use puns; well, the freedom is you, extend it to your discretion is the rule. An ordinary event in an ordinary style with a thought of difference is the motto.

I guess I spoke too much on the rules of what's supposed to be a liberation-poetry. Haiku veterans say "Learn the rule and forget it", so I have buried them.

My first attempt
I am not a poet or a lyricist, but somehow involving with haikus over and over in the recent few months, trying to help out my dad doing menial works of typing and formatting for his books, I thought I should experience how it feels to write something that closely resembles a haiku. I really don't know if I would come along and would want to cherish the moments of writing haiku by doing them more, but I really want to get such one and a half hours over me again.

Golden moon
Feast to the eyes
My sleep?

"Save trees"
In bold letters
On a wooden plank.

"Don't pollute"
Hardly visible from behind
Auto-rickshaw!

Porter applauds
The reel hero in his role
Irony?

Minister's Mercedes
Well,
my tax?

Untouchable rescues
From the deep well
The upper caste daughter.

Baby near
Everyone around
A baby!

Leave me alone
No lights please
My shadow!

Mutualism
The snake and
The venom.

Will I proceed?

This is just a start to what I think might be an immurement of thoughts, from incidental emotions to perdurable beliefs, that I might want to look upon in moods of pensiveness to jubilate over what have occurred in me.

Dianthus (dios - God and anthos - blossom in Greek) is a flowering plant found in Europe, Asia and Africa, one species of which is called the carnation (supposed to have originated from corone - flower or carnis - flesh). Carnations have been cultivated at least ever since Jesus was born. Their pedigree dates to the flower garlands in Greek ceremonial crowns.

Carnations have a great degree of symbolism and sentiments attached with them - from Roman weddings to Korean horoscopes to Portuguese revolution to Oxford University till William Mckinley, the 25th President of the United States. But the most familiar of them is the representations of their colours - light red carnation depicts admiration, dark red symbolizes deep love and white, pure love. Green limns joy while purple indicates capriciousness. Pink carnations have the most historic significance - according to legendary fables, these sprung up from the tears of Virgin Mary as Jesus carried the cross, so pink has now evolved to represent undying love.

I found carnations to be special as I skimmed through wikipedia, so I named my blog as carnations and the blogspot link as dianthus.