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A tryst with Haikus

1

Dancing trees

Inedible fruits

In the sun

2

A cup of tea

Under a tree

Lots of love

3

Flames on shore

Storm on the sea

Though too mild

4

Why to be?

There’s no choice

Already here

5

Tremendous heat

Tremendous cold

Tremendous change

6

Not a path

Not a purpose

Not a problem

7

Too empty

Melodious sounds

But must cease

8

Technique known

To endure and reach

Desire lost

9

Fireflies

In the sun

Certain death

10

Tranquil sea

Beauty of death

Still alive

Rhyming Haikus

1

Nothing at all

Broken and bruised

But walking tall

2

Pendants here

Do not bear

Anything but fear

3

Good and Bad

Pain and Orgasm

Violence and Calm

4

On her way

Shivering I lay

And just pray

I laugh; I cannot do otherwise!

I see people running fast
Everywhere I see a terrible haste
Running to where no one knows
Laughing at everyone who does not run
They have to get something important done
And they think that all that they do
Is something unique and completely new!

They think
That they are making a difference
That their existence is really important
That what they achieve will remain forever
That death is not something that can be own
That as long as one lives one must go on
Go on doing what is very important
Important to humankind
Important to society
Important to culture
Important to planet
Important to universe
But important in what way no one knows!

They believe
That one who doesn’t run is an escapist
That one who doesn’t do what is important
Is a coward and is lazy
Is a traitor and is foolish
Doesn’t understand the importance!

But I see
That they were not and they will be not
There have been many like them who are not
And so,
I laugh back at them
I cannot do otherwise!

--Rishiraj

VOYAGE (My tribute to Paul Michael)

Don’t know where to look for you

Don’t know which number to call

Don’t know where you have gone

I don’t know about you anything at all

My conversations lost in the wind

My sighs get wasted in this desert

When I see you it’s a shimmering mirage

The whole existence seems inert

My letters for you are never answered

You never respond when I call your name

I wonder what has caused this change

I do not know now whom to blame

I understand that it is death...

But what is death I don’t understand

Is death the end of life?

Or life is the beginning of this end?

The only thing that gives me peace

Is that I am to join you soon

If it is a chance to see you again

I believe death to be a boon

In the ocean of the unknown we are lost

With only fragments that seem familiar

We don’t know what's exactly the case

And that is the sole reason of fear

You inspire me to tread this path

To go on whatever it might be

You make me believe that each moment

Is a voyage on an uncharted sea.

--Rishiraj for Paul Michael

The eleventh hour

Ya casi llegamos…

Ya casi llegamos al fin.

El fin de toda la historia…

El fin de los placeres

Y de la miseria…

De los amores…

Y de la gloria…

De la tortura…

Y de la euforia…

Todo se acaba, en absoluto.

Las bellezas y las fealdades…

El esfuerzo de siglos en un momento…

Y la razón es un estúpido.

Ese estúpido que va pasando…

Que solo vive en momento actual…

El dichoso filósofo que no ve el futuro.

Sin embargo, ve la riqueza mundana.

Y no solo la ve, también la añora.

El que se la pasa violando a la madre…

La madre que es la tierra en persona.

Ese maldito nos lleva consigo

A todos al precipicio.

--Rishiraj

Written in blood

Brain is bleeding due to fear
Bleeding eyes the reddish tear
Your hand in my red one
Own blood, nothing have done
Bleeding makes a slippery joint
Bleeding up to final point
Tongue bleeds while I do talk
Bleeding feet but still walk
Flow of blood nothing could block
Scarcity in the plasma stock
Bleeds energy I spend
Body bleeds start to end
Bleeds the being, complete and whole
Heart bleeds but less than soul

--Rishiraj