Bob Dylan Haiku
Along the watchtower,
minutes changing into hours
is a tall order.
Remembrance Haiku
Early morning hands
try to wake sleeping pillow;
dog is in the grave.
Strange Love Haiku
The blue-grey sky weeps.
He scoffs at my shirt, I stand
under his umbrage.
Anoopa Anand
Anoopa Anand lives in Bangalore, India, with her parents and four dogs. She received her Bachelor’s degree from Mount Carmel College, Bangalore. When she isn’t writing, Anoopa likes to read fiction, do crosswords in auto rickshaws, sing jazz standards in embarrassed whispers and obsess about cricket. When she grows up, Anoopa will write for a living, sing for love and find a less commercially successful sport to follow.
1 comment:
But you and I have been through that... and this is not our fate/ So let us not talk falsely now... the hour is getting late.
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