Fatal Connection

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Fatal Connection

It eats up all
Spares none.
Grass devoured
Leaves holed
Hops on a flower
Kisses the petals
Gobbles them up
Speck by speck.
Clever plunderer
Spiky charmer
Connects, only to wreck!!

(Look closely, some leaves and yellow petals have been eaten.)


Recently, I’ve been talking about cockroaches, creepy faces, serial killers and now this grasshopper. Time to look for some beautiful pictures. Generally, green grasshoppers are a symbol of good luck.

For Love That Lasts…

It matters not that
somebody is your First Love.
Last Love lasts forever.

So much has been said about First Love. Movies and romantic songs, both in Hollywood and my native India over-exaggerate the importance of it.

Love is not first or last. It has to be true. Now, the definition of true is different for everyone.

I said ‘Last love lasts forever’.  Think of it.  If your ‘first love’ didn’t even survive long and if it gave way to many other men/women, then was it actually love or something else? Infatuation? Attraction?

Agree, circumstances also play their role in making one lose their first love. But if you broke off due to personal differences, then chances are he/she wasn’t your true love. Maybe first love, if you insist on saying that. But not true love.

Possibly you did end up marrying your first love. But do you feel like being totally sincere to this person whom you claim to be you true love? If not, and if you habitually look here and there, if you’re constantly charmed by one and all, then it is not love at all as you are still searching. No unique love story this with the one you married. By chance you got to know that person and started living with him/her.

Another possibility is that your first love was indeed your true love and is also your last. You have always been mutually sincere and are still together. In this case too even though it was your first love, isn’t it also your last love?

That is why…in any case, only last love matters. The one who waits for you, the one who never leaves you, the one who is with you now and will continue till your last, that is your last love.

It’s no rocket science
Which is true love which is not
The one that lasts is love

And yet above all as somebody said “Our first and last love is self-love”

© Alka

My above descriptive Haiku poems were written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge – 42. The two words provided to us were:  Love & Last.

Types of Tatters


Tattered Women

Two women in tatters
One for the want of needed clothes
Other wants tattered clothes.

Ripped jeans are in vogue. Those peek-a-boo type that reveal just a little to create the desired effect (or so the wearer thinks). The concept is that of straying away from perfection, to look rustic yet glamorous. Rubbed and smudged smokey eyes instead of perfectly lined eyeliner, tousled unruly hair instead of a prim bob or perfect blunt. All this teamed with torn jeans or tees. And still not look like a beggar. Now that’s creativity!!

Compare this to a poor girl/woman. Someone who wears clothes with a sole purpose of covering herself because she has to – so as to protect her body from weather. She can’t afford good clothes, she wears the same few clothes over and over till they start to look torn and tattered. No glamour, no creativity there.

So. It makes sense if all the fashionistas donate their unused clothes as much as they can, esp. the ones that are like-new but not in use any more, for they are, as women say ‘no more in vogue’. After all, what’s the point of holding on to them if they have already been deemed out-of-fashion by our snooty branded friends and relatives, isn’t it? Give them away and let some poor woman wear a complete and whole untattered dress, which she can proudly call her own.

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That was my Haiku for this week’s Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge 41.
The poem was composed using two words that were given to us: want  & tatter

My above Haiku poem was awarded with A Ronovan Writes Serious Haiku Choice


These compliments were also showered along with the award:
“Alka Girdhar
of Magnanimous WordTypes of Tatters. A very good subject this week. In truth the best subject matter yet. @girally



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All Powerful Time

My three Haiku poems using two words:  Time and New


Everything and everyone
Gets old, worn out, battered
Time leaves nothing new


Newness of relations
Fades away with passing time 
True Love survives


Time snatches from us
Our parents who bring us up
Memories remain new

(today being my father’s death anniversary)


My entries for this week’s Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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Peaceful Sunday

Here’s my second Haiku poem in response to this week’s Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge.
Key words given: Ill & Rest


A restful Sunday
The home coming of peace
All ills leave back door

It’s a slow day about quiet contemplation on life in general. Yesterday it rained the whole day, the slow incessant rain and not the usual thundering come-and-go Sydney rains.  A tinge of autumn gloom descending with winters around the corner.
Easter break.  Easter holidays are always peaceful compared to Christmas break.

On such days, our heart says — ‘Ok!! What’s the hurry, what’s the worry?  Life will take care of itself as it always does. Somebody’s always looking after you. Be sure of that’

Peace descends as such thoughts prevail. Peace soothes the mind as one prays for all, and one wishes and hopes to get rid of all types of ills – physical, mental and emotional if any.

Let all days be like this one…full of appropriate rest and peace all around, with plenty of hope for all round goodness.


And here’s my other poem for this Haiku Challenge: Rewards of Goodwill.


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Rewards of Goodwill


ill will

Have ill will towards none
Rest all will fall into place
You will rise high.

True.  But it’s not as if you just have good intentions and you are sure to rise high. If that was the case then what about all those who are at the top echelons, but have had their share of ill will, one sort or the other.  Not that simple, right?  There are many other permutations and combinations in life.

Factors like the intensity of ambition, motivation, hard work, persistence, patience and luck ( that gives or takes) plus external support –  all these play their role as well.  And yet, if your own account, your conscience is clear then there will be fewer obstacles in your path to success, less things going wrong from your side at least.  Even if others create obstacles, you will be able to face them.

Sounds ok.  Moreover, the reality is that rising high in worldly sense is not even important. There are even greater benefits of goodwill.

With feelings of ill will towards none, you will be guaranteed inner happiness, your soul elevating high as you become a better human being.


That was my haiku poem and thoughts in response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge.
Key words given: Ill & Rest

My second Haiku poem using words ill and rest:  Peaceful Sunday

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After attempting Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge with my single haiku as in Life Signals, this time I had raised my hands, given up.

But early morning today, some more Haiku ideas gave their call. I was beaconed to write this second post for the challenge.  Read more Haikus using words: Field & Beacon:

1).  Beaconed by Lord’s call
      Moses cleared his field of vision
      Received Ten Words

The account in Old Testament of how upon receiving a call from God, Moses feared not and went ahead to receive The Ten Commandments at Mount Sinai. The clearing of vision was a physical act as the clouds lifted but it’s also an act of mental vision becoming clearer. My knowledge is not very thorough here so correct me if I’m wrong.

2). Beaconed by His flute
     Radha ran into the field
     Was left mesmerized

Story of eternal love between Radha and Krishna.  Krishna, a cow-herd in a small Indian village was deft in 16 types of arts. Playing flute when idly lying down in the fields was what he did while cows grazed around him. Listening to his flute, the whole village used to be charmed, esp. Radha who would become a lost soul upon listening to Krishna’s flute as theirs was a spiritual union..
Spiritualists opine that Krishna’s flute is symbolic of God’s song/word in general and Radha is nothing but our soul. Soul is forever charmed by God and keeps longing to return to Him.

3). Beaconed by his call
     She ran into the field
     And saw him leaving

Many people have shared their experiences with me.
In olden days, sometimes people in love took too long to take decisions about meeting the object of their love. Say, if she is lured by the call of his beloved, but took so long deciding that finally when she went running to see him, it was too late as he had already mounted the horse and turned his back…
In modern selfie-generation scenario, a girl/boy may just go running hastily without a wise thought. In this case my Haiku will have a different ending.  Something like….’And this was her/his undoing’

4). Beaconed by The Pied Piper
    The rats followed his field
    To drown into the river

Real or legendary tale from the town of Hamelin in Germany. The town was facing a rat infestation, and a brightly-clothed piper appeared. This piper promised to get rid of the rats in return for a payment. the townspeople agreed. The piper played music and lead all the rats away to drown them into a river Weser. Hamelin people forgot their promise. The angry pied-piper took revenge and this time led all the children away.

When I was in High School in India, in our school musical function we performed a ballet based on this poem on pied piper by Robert Browning.

That’s all for this Haiku Challenge. A lot, isn’t it?


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Life Signals

This week, Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge has some challenging but, as usual, meaningful words.  The two words given to us were:  Field & Beacon.


Each week, upon seeing the provided words, I get signals of many related thoughts hence multiple Haikus are born. But this time only one signal was the strongest. I captured it and now writing it as a Haiku…


In the field of life
Many a beacon beep
But we pay no heed

In our everyday life as we walk down our path we are often caught unaware, or so we think.

We complain that all too suddenly we had a bad time. In fact, it is we ourselves who land up into such times despite ample warnings, subtle or vivid, that tell us to beware…to watch out.

Look out for signals, listen to your gut feelings, your intuitive mind.
If something seems wrong, it usually is.  If it feels right, go ahead.

If your own inner voice deserts you, then have a few reliable mentors or guides within your seemingly well-wishing friends or family. Gain insight from their simple suggestions.

Now, which friend or relative is your true well-wisher and which one is not, this important decision is again hard to make and this itself can be misleading.  For this, you will again need to have your own beacon working in your ability to recognize people.

Do you agree with my views? Did you have such experiences where you just missed or over-looked the signals that were around you?
Do share so that others can gain your insight without undergoing the actual experience.


signal –  when used as noun as well as verb, imparts dual meaning.


Every week, after the weekly Haiku Challenge is over, Ronovan reviews all submitted poems and selects two Haiku each week – one for humor and the other a serious Haiku.

My above poem ‘Life Signals’ was chosen in the category of serious Haiku: review of Challenge 36


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