A postgraduate in English, A. Thiagarajan taught in colleges in India, before joining the finance sector. He has been writing in English and Tamil since college days. His work (poems, haiku, short-stories and articles) has appeared in various magazines and ezines, radio etc. He lives in Mumbai, India.
Email: thiag at vsnl dot com
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solstice
the tireless whine
of the mosquito
urchin moth
enamoured
follows me everywhere
winded, morning jog
fresh bakery’s aroma…
stops me in my tracks
i like this haiku. it has form. and i can feel your annoyance.
i think this is odd.
Good to see you here!
the fly
rubbing its hands
on my yellow t-shirt
Fellowship of Australian Writers haiku competition, june 94, commended
Haiku Quarterly, British poetry/haiku magazine
dec 94
Maybe the same fly? ;-)
It brought it all back, thank you!
Alan
frustrated
an exquisite lunar moth
beats against my lighted window
perfect…
That fly is universal, and I begin to wonder if he or she doesn’t zoom around the world to plague us! ;-)
Great to see your haiku at tinywords!
A colleague responded
on my fly
again and again
the same lip
Go Keefy !
rainy season
her nearness
brings the rapid whispers–
mosquito