tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24428969716433559422024-02-19T08:59:10.687-08:00Akhu's Haiku...Haiku is a traditional form of Japanese poetry which is in 17 syllables breaking into three lines with first and last lines in five syllables each and the middle line seven syllables. In haiku, poets address a picture vividly. The picture is about nature but the interpretation is left to the readers despite the writers thought.
But some of my haiku here break free from the traditional form of haiku thematically.Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-67011929924461578122012-06-22T15:08:00.002-07:002012-06-22T15:08:37.164-07:00^&*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I listen to<br />
"My night with the prostitute"<br />
my desire grows</div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-36286762107116019402012-06-22T15:04:00.002-07:002012-06-29T05:54:35.036-07:00happy liver<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
the thirty years old<br />
boy drinks milk in his weekend;<br />
his liver happy</div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-1769253585349870692012-06-22T14:57:00.001-07:002012-06-29T05:54:47.449-07:00ukulele<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
a Ukulele<br />
daydreams of being in Beirut<br />
somewhere in Thailand<br />
<br />
---inspired by Beirut's music---</div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-78552757247658571782012-06-22T14:54:00.004-07:002012-06-22T14:54:50.728-07:00haiku tree<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
this night is a tree<br />
and these haikus are its leaves<br />
and i am autumn</div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-61753049912988333262012-06-22T14:49:00.003-07:002012-06-22T14:49:23.907-07:00my haiku<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
my name is akhu<br />
i wear a pair of torn shoes<br />
also i write haiku</div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-30951100976301076392012-06-22T14:46:00.001-07:002012-06-22T14:46:12.664-07:00JUne 23rd Haiku, 4.30 am<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">its been days i have<br />not written haikus for you<br />my morning sparrows<br /><br />blame the newspapers<br />that i read in the mornings <br />of this dead valley</span></h6>
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here comes the grey bitch<br />
looking around for my ass;<br />
my indian ass <br />
<br />
<br /></div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-89678585041776017302012-04-26T01:09:00.001-07:002012-04-26T01:09:29.407-07:00No Alcohol haiku<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
goodbye alcohol!<br /> you just played me like a doll<br /> all those days, nights, dawns</div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-16257764174847192492011-08-11T00:37:00.000-07:002011-08-11T00:37:57.330-07:00Nipple haiku :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><style type="text/css">
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Soaked in rain i ran</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">but slowed down when i saw those </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">nipples popping out</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIi02ApvViRCSPk7uQq7GAWYfybKIHQaiCm9MxUJP5PD4iqDhVyS6al_EZEDC0ZdsqEUz1CgRkJZncT3ClAxSIDmuBTMfBDGvIVo3XMtsEHWZFXbijp5ZfsB-lMulfb_N2YMoB3g841TI/s1600/nipplehaiku+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIi02ApvViRCSPk7uQq7GAWYfybKIHQaiCm9MxUJP5PD4iqDhVyS6al_EZEDC0ZdsqEUz1CgRkJZncT3ClAxSIDmuBTMfBDGvIVo3XMtsEHWZFXbijp5ZfsB-lMulfb_N2YMoB3g841TI/s320/nipplehaiku+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">pic by Kapil Arambam</div></div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-8684504924121714202011-08-02T12:15:00.001-07:002011-08-02T12:15:39.621-07:00may haikus, 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I heard a mynah<br />
but it was her breaking my<br />
china with hammer<br />
<br />
leaves after leaves fall<br />
unnoticed like my grey hair<br />
only akhu feels<br />
<br />
a cup of sweet tea<br />
can't be sweeter then her scold<br />
How sweet my love is<br />
<br />
How insane am I<br />
to write haiku in seminars<br />
of bohrs and Einstein<br />
<br />
A plate of good days<br />
i left untouched as i write<br />
this haiku for it<br />
<br />
It's horizon problem<br />
Territorial pissing:<br />
the Meitei - Naga <br />
<br />
Jamia loves me<br />
that is why Ghalib says 'hi'<br />
so do i come drunk<br />
<br />
New freinds colony;<br />
With no friends but with sikkim<br />
in torn jeans i walk<br />
<br />
An alcoholic<br />
is a haiku of liver<br />
yet tearful rivers<br />
<br />
my father is sweet.<br />
Even if they I'm a frog<br />
He wants me to sing<br />
<br />
Dont confuse me <br />
with trees in autumn, they dont<br />
drink and shed poems<br />
<br />
after many months<br />
i sat neat to a beauty<br />
i did stare and stare<br />
<br />
april is closing<br />
as sugarcane juice bars open<br />
every corner<br />
<br />
I met a farmer<br />
His name was "scare crow with wives"<br />
He died, i read it<br />
<br />
Go to hell, my friend<br />
I make friends with who love life<br />
have beautiful wives</div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-31049991504685123682011-02-25T10:39:00.000-08:002011-02-25T10:39:48.675-08:00Akampet Haiku<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">(Read at your Own Risk)<br />
<br />
Huithu gi Haiku<br />
Noi Namai Mathu douro<br />
Kasubi macha<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-91047665034457252702011-01-02T22:40:00.001-08:002011-01-02T22:40:17.259-08:00mouse<style type="text/css">
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Miss the Kitchen Mouse</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">that makes the sound 'Tink Tink' out </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Of empty bottles.</div>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-28390052548554655522010-12-30T14:55:00.000-08:002010-12-30T14:55:16.244-08:00Loose MotionLike frogs my stomach<br />
Croaks; sister says "it is empty<br />
or call of toilet"Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-74545110148234716232010-12-30T14:43:00.000-08:002010-12-30T14:43:58.466-08:00Haiku for Submarine Sailor VenusHis submarine met<br />
An accident for over<br />
Propulsion of fuel<br />
<br />
With an octopus<br />
So he popped up on surface<br />
and fix it on wallRonid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-1816376128550741462010-12-30T14:32:00.000-08:002010-12-30T14:32:56.887-08:00SleeplessI am not sleepless<br />
Thinking of this world but for<br />
Kitchen beef curryRonid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-70641542240739580262010-12-30T14:25:00.005-08:002010-12-30T14:25:53.295-08:00winter<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody" style="font-size: small;">Folks declare winter<br />
with arrival of Yongchak <br />
at Ema Keithel</span></h6>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-3557965134641182572010-09-02T09:57:00.000-07:002010-09-02T09:57:46.254-07:00dung passing :)I feel it coming<br />
as the grass tickles my butt<br />
in the autumn fieldRonid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-12516742535540447322010-09-02T09:22:00.003-07:002010-09-02T09:22:27.160-07:00Dengu haiku, sep 2<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">No bed is Vaccant.<br />
Muslims, Hindus with dengue;<br />
Holy Family!</span></h3>Ronid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-84080661098789271142010-09-02T09:20:00.001-07:002010-09-02T09:20:57.619-07:00Insomniac Dawn HaikuAn Ancient Poet<br />
I have become who believes<br />
"Loktak is a poem"<br />
<br />
<span>**************************</span><wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>*<br />
<br />
Heard a Frog Croaking<br />
But the sweet rain never falls<br />
Was it her, Snoring??<br />
<br />
**************************<br />
<br />
At Jantar Mantar<br />
India chants its Mantra<br />
"Kill The Inncocence"<br />
<br />
<span>**************************</span><wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>*<br />
<br />
LIzards on my Walls<br />
How Gluttonous they can be!<br />
Can't sleep watch them eatRonid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-56315276971752176742010-03-18T22:03:00.001-07:002010-03-18T22:03:19.474-07:00here n therehaiku here and there<br />
like corpses in my valley<br />
yet so many poetsRonid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-32560393379371475222010-03-18T20:38:00.001-07:002010-03-18T20:38:51.322-07:00toilet haikuSitting on commode <br />
i listen to the man next;<br />
silence but the smell!<br />
<br />
Yellow shoes she bought<br />
as she knows my aim is weak<br />
now no one sees it <br />
<br />
toilet paper rolls<br />
as i count the syllables<br />
for toilet haiku<br />
<br />
A pair of chopstick <br />
is all i have to pick up<br />
my last hundred won<br />
<br />
the air is foreign<br />
so i remember Kaiku<br />
as home got nothingRonid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-19773649916047933262010-03-17T21:35:00.000-07:002010-03-17T21:35:41.532-07:00Oi OiShe writes her paper<br />
saying 'Oi Oi' like a boy<br />
and I am in joyRonid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-49982483525064889862010-03-17T21:32:00.000-07:002010-03-17T21:32:20.706-07:00her haikuSlowly the snow falls <br />
spreading its carpet of white<br />
there she cuts her handRonid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-19055140496512049522010-03-17T21:20:00.000-07:002010-03-17T21:20:15.258-07:00Korean Streetsthe streets have no name<br />
in Korea so i can't<br />
use them in poetryRonid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442896971643355942.post-53083793260419999472010-01-31T11:25:00.001-08:002010-01-31T11:25:35.346-08:00flumine is just a flu<br />
yours is something like swine flu.<br />
Stay away from meRonid Aka Akhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.com0