Muddy fields and roads
where once we walked hand in hand
memories stay now.
‘Hiking with Haiku’ ~ Format: 5-7-5 poetry ~ Haiku #8 ~ Randomly Abstract
This entry was posted on January 13, 2014 by randomlyabstract. It was filed under 2014, Hiking with Haikus and was tagged with 2014, 575, haiku, nature, totally senseless, WeDrinkInspiration.
Haye Memories….They are painful but the loveliest asset we have. This is beautiful Maria !
January 13, 2014 at 7:29 pm
Beautiful assets they are. =)
Aj I was going through my totally-stuffed drawer after some long time. It was fun seeing my own things; broken bracelets, letters, gift-wrappers, a lot of ink pens, paint brushes, plus school stuff like essays and speeches wagera! I’ll write a blog on that too, someday. ^_^
Thank you, Lala! :)
January 13, 2014 at 7:50 pm
memories memories memories…. the nicest wealth of some lucky people/….
January 13, 2014 at 8:01 pm
The nicest wealth of some lucky people, and the living hope for those too that consider themselves unlucky.. :)
Thank you so much for your comment, Aiman!
January 13, 2014 at 8:06 pm
u r welcome…
“where ONCE we walked hand in hand”. You’re welcome :)
January 14, 2014 at 12:49 am
But that makes it 8 syllables. :/
The haiku isn’t proper anyway.
January 14, 2014 at 10:18 am
i thought “once” only completes the 7-syllable format. They’re rather six now. No?
Have a look:
January 14, 2014 at 10:35 am
Acha okay, sorry. Thank you for the correction.
January 14, 2014 at 10:40 am
In online syllable counters, “walked” is sometimes erratically grouped with the general di-syllabic order of the past participles though it’s mono-syllabic actually. That’s where High School English classes come in handy.
January 14, 2014 at 10:49 am
I didn’t know that.
This is where I get help from, because I seriously don’t know much about proper haiku formats and rules, but play still because they’re fun.
Glad someone helped(:
January 14, 2014 at 11:02 am
Aaah This one made me nostalgic. Reminded me of friends & school. :)
Short and sweet! :D
January 14, 2014 at 5:10 am
Write something about your friends and school. Try a poem, you and Falak. ;)
January 14, 2014 at 10:20 am
And prosper and blossom
Waiting for you to come back this way.
:) Wonderful :)
Hello Maria! How have you been? :)
January 14, 2014 at 8:44 am
But when you don’t,
your words turn knives
like ever before.
Hii. I’m doing good, Alhamdulillah. :)
January 14, 2014 at 10:46 am
And so do visit these un-wandered lanes
Which preserve your fears, joys and pains
And treasure these pearls as you pass by
And don’t let them go, until you die…
Alhamdulillah matlab? :)
January 14, 2014 at 11:08 am
But they won’t. :)
People that leave
leave for a reason
they teach us how to start
without hanging on
to their very existence
that doesn’t exist.
But if they do, and return to those forsaken lanes, and collect those ‘pearls’ as they pass by or stay, phir..phir pata nahi. Acha hi hoga . :)
Alhamdulillah matlab Allah ka shukar. Like, all thanks to God.
January 14, 2014 at 11:18 am
Very true :)
Ah I missed that part… so here it is
Those lanes have pearls…
But they are marshy lands…
We should visit those lanes of memories
But we must also come back…
Come back in time…
So that only impressions are left…
And we are not trapped.
January 14, 2014 at 12:14 pm
Hmm. Trap se bachna is important, not dwelling on them is very important, and so is to re-visit those lanes once in a while to learn or pay tribute to those people that once were. :)
Kia kahun. Ap haen hi poet!
January 14, 2014 at 12:23 pm
Ah I love this! Memories can sometimes be as comforting as friends :) x
January 15, 2014 at 2:26 am
They sure can! Thank you so much, beckarooney! Your visits and comments always mean a lot.. <3
January 15, 2014 at 6:23 pm
Maria, beautiful haiku, and you know how I love haiku! Margie
January 16, 2014 at 10:18 pm
Thank you so much, Margie! :) Have a great day! (:
January 16, 2014 at 10:22 pm
I seriously wonder where on earth you take such framing of beautiful words with emotions:)
January 24, 2014 at 9:18 pm
Ah thanks! Your supports means A WHOLE LOT to me, Vino. :)
January 24, 2014 at 9:22 pm
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