Thus Spake KJ

Composed of binaries and never ending contradictions, intensely moody, stubborn, firefighter, genius manque, identity hunter on the prowl for stimuli, occasionally given to verbal diarrhoea

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Haiku

Memory grips me by the throat
As I look upon that tree that never
Made for a perfect photograph.

Bouquets, brickbats all welcome. On second thoughts, who am I kidding? Who reads this blog?

6 Comments:

Blogger abhay said...

There are people who do....Orkut>Kaur>Blog...the search string...but am still trying to make sense of the lines you have assembeled [and while listening to "Prowler" by Iron Maiden]...eerie..eh?

7:25 PM  
Blogger blow said...

your haiku almost gives the tree the perfect picture it seems to be seeking..

P.S i have immense respect for anyone who can write a haiku! considering i can't write one, no matter what i do..

8:20 AM  
Blogger Benz Thomas said...

Its not that nobody reads it...
lesser mortals like me do make it a point to go thru blogs like yours and just update themselves with genric infor. Though i dont know what crap i am writing (half drunk; hald mystified) but i can vouch that i am reading your blog....

1:44 AM  
Blogger ankurindia said...

nice blog

12:12 AM  
Blogger dj-Khalsa said...

On second thoughts, who am I kidding? Who reads this blog?

Guess wht, just another singh read it.

Its gud.

3:26 AM  
Blogger dj-Khalsa said...

but i personally believe that u should focus more towards on sikkhi & its haiku (Shabads), rather thn the original so called HAIKU :P

3:27 AM  

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