Old love

Entries received for our January 2017 prompt – Unrequited Love

1.
old love at the bazaar
flower-sellers drown out
my voice

Kasturi Jadhav

2.
weeping willows –
he marries
his new love

Deepa Shankar

3.
Leftovers
This evening we walked over the mountain to meet the sun that has burnt itself down to a cinder and yet failed to thaw the cold between us . . .

beginning again
from the beginning
you and I
** *

Traces of you

Today I fell in love with the shadow under the lamp. Yesterday it was the flame that went off in a sliver of spiral smoke. And the day before that, the petrichor of its clay shell.

trying to figure
the colour of loss . . .
wetness
***
The man . . .

. . . moved with deliberate slowness. Only his shadow dogging his heels, leaving in its wake the woman who would pack his lunch in a steel tiffin-box, a toddler still tasting the sweetness of his first syllables and a dog gnawing an age-old wound.

divorce papers . . .
we end up deleting
the ampersand
***
Unfinished

The typewriter has a mind and a story of its own and even though the keys go clickety-clack, the darn thing just isn’t ready to type the words I want it to.

coffee rings
somewhere our lives
did touch
***

Lovers

There were those who left the shape of their absence in the evening breeze and those who stayed behind like an odd pairing of words in a verse.

six degrees
a raindrop ripples
into another
***

Will you too leave?

What if I take a chisel and a hammer to this paperweight and release the flower and the delicate leaves within.

chalk lines . . .
the squares we skip and
those that skip us

Paresh Tiwari

4.
dry red roses still stand
in front of the closed door
unrequited love

Tahera Mannan
Nagpur, Maharashtra

5.
heartbreak
the rose in the vase untouched
by the storm

noon torpor…
the suddenness with which
she leaves my life

gone away—
now only the swirling mist
to embrace

Gautam Nadkarni

6.
Gamble

Walking through the neon city of the world, I imagined, could bring back the zing into our relationship. She is dazzled by the casinos and bright lights. And I see in her eyes, for the first time in years, the same warmth that I had seen when we first started dating. Then turning to me she says – “I’m in love with Vegas”

flight back home
the one vacant seat
to my left

Sandra Martyres

7.

winter’s grip
your fingers clasp
another’s

flotsam
into the twilight
the soul you chose not

Dr. Brijesh Raj

8.
faraway look…
on the horizon
a single bird

Mahrukh Jal Bulsara

9.
rose day
my haul of yellows
unmatched

shehnai sounds…
they brick up the window
opposite me

old rose petals
her forty year old no
browning slowly

hatsuyuki
watching your footsteps
vanish slowly

Raamesh Gowri Raghavan

Autumn, Winter submissions

Submissions are open for the World Haiku Review‘s autumn/winter issue.

Its autumn here and leading to the chill of winter. A time of falling leaves and passing years. A very good time to sit in the warmth of a room with a view, with a hot drink, and write.

The themes are lost love or autumn and winter subjects but they are only guidelines and you do not necessarily have to follow them.

The Deadline is Tuesday, 29th November, 2016.

Please send in your best – make sure it is not published elsewhere and please read the guidelines carefully HERE.

Look forward to reading your work.