Haiku

Haiku: Existence

(Existence)

(1)
Cyclone, earthquake, or
Tsunami end quickly
But outcome does not.

(2)
Love in first sight could
Happens only once, but the
Feeling lives lifetime.

(3)
Happiness, or pain
How long you carry with you,
Totally your choice.

Signed
Omaar Osmaan
May 5, 2019 Sunday

#haiku #poetry

Footnote: image collected from Pinterest.

Literature

A young fella

A young heart, with broken soul went to mountain, as if he could find peace moving away from people and everything. One week passed, he barely eat or drink. His soul poured with so much pain, he didn’t even notice when the sun rises, when the moon shines around the stars.

Eventually, he had to concentrate on arranging foods, made a shelter to bring a bit of comphort, so that he could cry upon his painful memories.

A months later, he thought, the memories doesn’t bring any value, other than giving him pain and suffering. He wanted to erase memories. And so he started thinking about finding a way, to erase every pain he has in his heart.

Three months later, he realized, he had given so much time remembering all his pain, they no longer giving him the suffering he used to have months ago. He spent another month thinking how that happened, why the memories doesn’t hurt him as much as it should.

One day, the young fella, who still have a broken heart, went back to his home. And started living like many others, as if, he could find peace among the people.

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That’s all I know about that lad. I do not know what he realized, or, what happened to him afterwards. It’s up to you, if you’re curious enough, feel free to think and make your assumption, or, realization- whatever you name your finding.

Here, I am going to go sleep on it, tada!

Signed,
Omaar Osmaan aka Oo.

Typescript

Senses of no-sense!

Sometimes words tend to play hide-n-seek, every time you put your hands on keyboard or the pen, words get puzzled and tend not to make sense.

Other times, words drops as if rain without ending, you could just glue words after words, and viola- thought becomes musical, does not matter whether they make sense or not. :P

Miss my days of writing Haiku- and walking around blogging universe!

But. Ahoy. Happy new year!