Saturday, October 6, 2012

Unseen, unheard pricks.



Her heart seeks solace
Quest for familiarity
Unseen, unheard pricks



Home is where your heart dwells. And heart is not accustomed to constant change. The pangs of unfamiliarity can prick like the sharpest needle. Yearning for deep conversations, a happy cuppa tea with someone sharing my frequency. Sigh!

This Haiku is written for the Haiku Heights. The prompt for the week is 'HOME'.

16 comments:

  1. U said, lot of things in three lines. Very true. That is what life gives and it should give. It only coax us to next happenings..loved this one a lot...very meaningful lines...

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  2. Wow ... your haiku are always so perfect !!!

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  4. Very thoughtful. Sensitively written haiku. I enjoyed this one!!

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  5. wow Pranita, yours is so cool - ♥

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  6. Good take on the prompt... stability is needed, otherwise it's not a home

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  7. Very creative and lovely. Enjoyed your haiku a LOT!

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  8. Lovely. I like your picture of home.

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