Sunday, 25 June 2023

Five Haiku and Five Micro Poems by Snigdha Agrawal

 



Haikus

 

Carpet of blossoms

pink duvet for homeless man

Nature's funeral


 

Death took a step back

Autumn had not yet arrived

Where is the hurry


 

Cup of nostalgia

overturned by accident

Tears fill dimpled cheeks


 

Rice and lentils mixed

colour of sunflower fields

palate yearns for this


 

glistening black cliffs

rising from sandy beaches

melted ice cream cone


 


Micro Poetry

 


Creek behind cottage

Whisky decanter refilled

Concert music playing 

No entry fee

 


Down in the valley

Witnessed a strange scene

Bees writing music notes

sitting on purple peonies

 


Restless in life

Death brought peace

To please the demi-gods

sold mind, body, soul

 


May you never lose sight

of the hand that rests

upon your head

protective

 


Tucked in your buttonhole

closest I could get

till visit to the dry cleaners 

 



Snigdha Agrawal (nee Banerjee), has an MBA in Marketing and Corporate work experience of over two decades. She enjoys writing all genres of poetry, prose, short stories, and travel diaries.  Educated in Loreto Institutions (run by the Irish Nuns), and brought up in a cosmopolitan environment, she has learned the best of the East and West. She is a published author of four books, and a regular contributor to anthologies published in India and USA.

1. "TRAIL MIX" Short Stories (Jan.2023) available on Amazon. in
2. "MINDS UNPLUGGED Lockdown Stories and Rhymes for the Six to Sixteen" (Nov.2021) Available on Amazon.
3."EVOCATIVE/RENDERINGS" (June 2017) available on Amazon.
4."TALES OF THE TWINS unsung melodies"(2018).

A septuagenarian, second to writing is her passion for travel.  Her travel diaries are accessible in the WordPress blog randomramblings52.  A reviewer on Tripadvisor, she posts under the pen name 'puchka'.  


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