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Note# 0: Haiku For Me

The sky over me is cast with specks of horizontal thin clouds in all directions emerging from a round blue sky over a hill, much like the sunrays of the blue sun. I find from quite some months, I have been observing the beauty of nature more subtly than earlier. What could be the reason. Yes, I started writing haiku few months back and it has changed my world of metaphors, free verse, prose intellectualism and imagery.

It could well be a healing tool. The mind wanderlust can stop right here because you can observe summer and winter solstice without being at equator or hear the chirp of migratory birds without being to any famous marshland or wetland reserve. All you need is to keep your words within the syllable count of minimum 17 syllables and pour your heart and mind in it. When you read out your outburst you can feel how much connected you are with the nature. The deviation in life due to complex worldly situation we learn through newspapers, t.v. or internet can suddenly go thin.

Though haiku cannot offer you any solution but surely it can make you understand what you love the most and cannot do without. May be it can serve you as the blue sun.

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