Sounds sinister, doesn’t it?
Well, I hope you find the following Haikus anything but ominous…
Author: Upreet Dhaliwal
Little Love Stories in verse courtesy Twitter prompts #VSS365
These love stories are thanks to the #VSS365 daily word prompt given by uber creative hosts over the last few days on Twitter…
Little clouds and big storms – a poem
Now that the monsoon season is over for this year, here’s a final poem about storm clouds and the fearsome beauty of a thunderstorm…
If Silence could Speak – a poem
The silence
speaks to me
of things long gone
of times past recalling
#Review for InVerse Medicine from 4767 miles away #PoetryCommunity
A reader from the United Kingdom made my day by leaving a lovely review for my book of poems on Amazon.
Do you review every book you read?
I can imagine how arduous and time consuming that could get if you read a LOT, but do consider reviewing the books you really enjoy or that move you in a meaningful way.
It makes a world of a difference to the author…
Making time for joy
Always so busy, rushing from one thing to another,
when will we ever find the time to just be?
Adrift – a #pandemic poem
In memory of all those who went too soon – claimed by a virus that was as brutal as it was indiscriminate…
Farewell – a poem about love and loss
I hide in the open
letting the rain curtain me
from eyes that probe
for signs that I weep for you
Monsoon: a Haiku
Well, love it or hate it, it’s finally here.
The monsoon is eagerly awaited and equally dreaded…
Loved because of what it means to agriculture and forests,
and to power generation plants;
Loathed because of the flash floods and landslides, the humidity
and how it strains drainage systems.
This city does not want you #Poem #Pandemic #Lockdown
This city does not want you
now that its roads are paved
and skyscrapers stand tall
against the elements