proper to perfect
yet a poem's countdown begins
a new haiku mess
Shringi
26 April 2008
yet a poem's countdown begins
a new haiku mess
Shringi
26 April 2008
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- cotton buds
- hunt the cargo
- Arms Stretched
- Breathe Slow
- why ever i chased the sun??
- grape garland
- a junglee thought
- dreamt of you once again
- book of wines
- mole accross
- only the nest
- His fire, my clay
- Me and the brat
- happy birthday to you
- my papa's workbook
- punctured leather
- some music blasting in vacant seas
- kite high
- silhouette of the sky
- mood of spring
- Is she dead?
- not always
- Follow me.
- life, a ribbon?
- that junglee blink
- constant judgement
- jumbled alas
- Kite I
- Whose sock hop??
- King Maroon's bird
- haiku mess
- how unfortunate can you be?
- I swim to thee
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- Shringi Kumari
- Close your eyes and let the aura sing. I am nobody but an anomic shadow of yours.
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