today's post is rather different from most, as I would like all comments to be posted as Haiku - for the culturally challenged, haiku is a form of Japanese poetry that has a specific rhythmic pattern (google it). For purposes of uniformity, I have decided that we will stick to the common five syllable, seven syllable, five syllable meter.
Here's the piece that inspired me
We thrash, curse for air
As our strangler declares, look
How violent the Arab
Zein El-Amine
While I can only hope to some day achieve the poignancy of the above poem, for now, here are some of my own - Hmm - a few on Ramadaan, and a few on life. Enjoy
Aphrodisiac
Which we break fast with daily
Nafs, hard to control
Shoulder to shoulder
Please switch off cellular phones
Allahu Akbar
Chaos, cruelty
Men Fighting for survival
Free Palestine Now
caramel goodness
Also cleans stains from toilet
Life does tastes good, coke
Procrastination
Boredom, and insomnia
Solution, MXIT
on second thought - my initial blog filter was a bit rigid - so you can leav a normal comment as long as you have a Haiku accompanying it.
ReplyDeleteblogging, waste of time
cuts down time for ibadaat
Hell fire awaits me
:)
The boy drew buildings
ReplyDeleteHe drew no pictures for her
Sad girl stands alone
ok it's lame, but it's a start...
Shoulder to shoulder's cool, captures so much in 17 syllables.
Also liked the haiku on Coke...:)
sweet blog come visit mine
ReplyDeletelaughter and applause-
ReplyDeletethe people love her so much
the star of the show
hehe, now that's my kinda haiku...;)
my silver sunshine
ReplyDeletehe dances in my twilight
wake me tomorrow
the boy drew buildings
ReplyDeletehis profound stupidity
sad girl finds love
:)
orange boy in shop
hiding under the table
in a green turban :)
wai are yu hai ding
ReplyDeletei am miss ing yu so much
wen will i see you
i cant stop blogging
i need to go to rehab
dude its all you fault
i mean. 'your'
ReplyDeleteand joe, i miss you. visit my blog
Again, this is why you people are my bestest best friends...:)
ReplyDeleteQ, I love your orange boy in shop haiku!!!!Can't stop laughing, and it's hard to laugh on an empty stomach...ooh also liked your take on my one ;) oh and your rehab one, lol.
MJ you crazy mofo:) love you guys, sniff...
searching for something
ReplyDeleteits there, just need to find it
in my crazy mind
gosh! this is pathetic! havnt written a haiku since , hmm... primary school..nah! mayb high school. so forgive the lame attempt
he asks she declines
ReplyDeleteshe drowns in shallow water
he floats in limbo
junaid-pls disable word identification. its annoyin!
internet addict
ReplyDeletestaring mindlessly at screen
achieving nothing
cant rem who said- this is addictive. like pringles- once u pop u cant stop
where did the time go?was meant to write article-deadline tmrw, instead i found myself watching youtube, checking forums, listening to altrnative nasheeds & chatting to my sis in UK. & penning lame haikus
ciao
Ok BB - yeah . it is annoying - security measures like this are as helpful as having your goldfish watch over your car.
ReplyDeleteI like your second haiku - first one wasnt that bad ;p
nomad in sand land
finding it hard to turn back
to a place called home
Leave, thoughts untouched
ReplyDeleteShelter within the heart
love denies me
---lame so lame---
but thats me hehe o n da fact dat i'm a bit down---
come save me dear friend from myself!!!
No happy thoughts lie within me now mwah
ReplyDeletein cool defiance
ReplyDeleteshe lowers her veil gently
her eyes define her
cold pain within him
ReplyDeletenurturing his desire
die for your freedom
junaid, look what you've started! i had haikus running thru my head all night but i seem to have forgotten them. & they were good. i do say so myself! oh well. genius is often a result of insomnia
nomad in sand land
ReplyDeleteembracing home in her dreams
await my presence
nomad in sand land
dreading impending shackles
of walls and alarms
nomad in sand land
living independently
in complete safety
nomad in sand land
craving tarkari and rice
and a lekker braai
ok, ok, im stopping!bad bb, no more haiku for u (",)
we are all losers
ReplyDeleteneed boyfriends/girlfriends/a life
live not for this blog.
I Came, thought
ReplyDeleteyou'd be here, left
Unanswered Alone
well. this piece is for my dear friend - i love fighting with you probably as much as you love washing dishes
ReplyDeleteKing Soloman said
love the finer things in life
but dont miss prayer
It matters not if
the Herd was silenced that day
the essence not lost
umbeleleko uluse - (thats Bembe btw)
sweet and gorgeous jo
resting in my heart always
here lies dramaqueen
some haiku thoughts while on the plane to Kimberly:
ReplyDeleteTo Kimberly I
fly in a sardine's tin can,
holes and diamonds don't.
--
E-mail aquaintances
on mxit evolved thumbs tap
missives of misses.
--
yes, i like that guy,
like you like that other girl
weird how we choose them.
--
haiku sucks like a
bad ho, too quick syllable,
i love you short time.
--
er yeah, some of them are downright weird, bad and unsavoury. lets just say fasting and high altitudes do not a good mix make.
empty, growling pit
ReplyDeletetill sunset heralds, craving
sweet apple lagan
MJAD Stands for this:
ReplyDeletemahomed Junaid Adores:
hmmm. its a secret...
a secret everybody knows
ReplyDeletewhats the point of having secrets if everyones gonna know about it :( i need a new secret now - something big - like the coke formula - although i'd probably end up telling you about it QD :P
ReplyDeletestupid MJ Khan,
ReplyDeletesilly girl, facade wears thin
stuck in the present
paddling without oar
ReplyDeletehope, discarded in water
was hard, letting go
lips trailing, flashes
flesh tingling, shut out the light
lost in the moment
typing yuck schedule
damn stupid comittee work
i yearn for my bed
venom in your words
i'm feeling used, thrown away
gold chocolate coin
can you love a friend
when you cannot define, friend
nay, i am deceived
distant smile, questions
rebound, recluse or regret
surely Allah Knows Best
I'm walking away
cant bear to look back at you
love, an illusion
huge cockroach scuttling
foot snuffs chance of family
Allah we return
too young to be hurt
too smart, too witty, too dumb
too stubborn, too blind
jack and Jill went up
to fetch a pail of water
tripped, clumsy bastard!
these haiku's are sad
mj is pretty sleepy
look at time of post
too many comments
ReplyDeleteget tired of reading them
but still i visit
mj dear mj
ReplyDeletefriendship's a good thing, you know
grab it with both hands :)
mj dear mj
a sweet, mood-enhancing drug
on which we're all high :)