Nine lives. Where’s the rush??? #haiku
Relaaaaaax till it lasts
How do you relax?
Legs on the desk
Hands meshed in my hair
Stretching back as much
Till that creaking sound of my chair
Breathing slow, easy and steady
Sliding into deep sleep, without a care
Snoring loudly, in no discernible rhythm
Oblivious and without a care
In those dreams, I am the boss
And no employees to worry me there
My dream world is mine
I am the only one there
Taking a flight
Wearing a suit and a tie
Or a swimming
in blue waters mirroring the sky
Twirling the fingers
in the white warm sand
Lying on the belly
Cheeks resting on the sand
The sun is warm, not scorching
Heat controls are in my hand
Siting and gazing beyond the horizon
Watching the seagulls glide and land
Then, Alas the invasion happened
My entire world is shaken
With what seemed like a jolt
My world, my peace is taken
I am jolted from my blissful world
Beamed up to the busy one
I had my time to relax
Now aimlessly I will embark on my run
The wrong
She ‘Pushed’ the door
While on my side it was written ‘Pull’
I felt it was wrong
She was sure it was right
World full of wonder
I see the world
Full of wonders
My eyes do
I hear the sound
Vibrant and clear
My ears do
I smell and taste
Some nice, some foul
My nose and tongue do
In my mind
I make stories
Vivid and true
The world is out there
There is one inside too
which one is true?
Cooking dream
What’s your favorite recipe?
To cook is a dream
Craving #elfchen
Sweet
Triggers craving
Melts in mouth
Coats the heart too
Addicted
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The prompts
What motivates you?
Polluted mind sees filth #haiku
Who watching whom?
The fair #haiku
The fair
was in the making
With tents, wares and banners
Filling the bland venue
Attractive goods
Arrived in truckloads
Glittering and mouth watering
Shining and new
Each priced
Beyond their value
Seeking
Beyond what’s due
Then arrived the people
In swarms like bees
Seeking the wants
Much beyond their needs
In their convergence
Lay the war of needs
every transaction fought
with the deadly arsenal of greed
In the end
The time was up
There were some goods unsold
And some wants unfulfilled
The fair was over
Each one left
Loading the unsold or sold
Filling the trucks once again till the very brim
What remained
Was the empty bland venue
Silent witness of the spectacle
Oft repeated in its bosom
For the trucks will once again arrive
With the unsold and unfulfilled
Creating the wants and greed
Where there was none
Fair is in making
once again at the same venue
which remained always
bland and new
My Tales Within 