Some Haikus & A Poem

-Vatsal Shah

These Haikus and Poem were published in the book “Memories & Mirages” which is an anthology of short stories and poems, in 2018 by Moments Publication. To read the book click the following link:


Haiku is a form of Japanese Poetry. It is a short piece of only 3 lines, written in 5-7-5 syllable format. It is meant to provoke thought and create an evocative image in the mind of the reader. Some of my Haikus break free from the 5-7-5 rule, as done by many contemporary poets.


Endless lonely night,

Moon sleeping silently hidden,

Under cloud’s blanket.


Why these discussions of…

Life’s Purpose? It’s conclusion,

You and I both know.


Balloon at traffic signal,

Made two kids happy,

One who bought, one who sold!


Indeed more painful,

Than distant ones’ hatred,

Near one’s jealously!


Amongst all people,

Sure of themselves,

A ‘fool’ most confident!


Muzzy Hare to Tortoise,

End of competition race,

‘Damn! Those sleeping pills.’


“Sunday: a day which…

Sews up family life pieces,

Torn apart through work.”


Living in Paradise on Earth,

We conspired to destroy it,

To get paradise after death!


Government-file like,

Some romances, no progress,

Neither any closure.


Sun shows through journey,

Most powerful He still, Life has…

Daily many ups and downs.


When turns to drudgery,

Journey or relationship,

Leave at scenic bend…


When you are grown up,

What do you want to be?” Ask all,

Grown up, I reply, “Child”!


When going to sleep difficult,

They say you’re awake,

In someone’s dream.


Rural swaying fields,

Sunset crimson horizon,

Both await starlit sky…


When Brain on strike,

Tongue terribly busy,

Doing overtime.


Your memories mist

So dense, even in mirror,

I can see only your face.


Life is short,

So watchfully and carefully,

Move very slowly!!!


There are No Pockets in a Shroud

Billionaire on deathbed,

Finally realized and was sad,

A thought in his mind  shouted loud,

There are no pockets in a shroud…

Years spent hoarding wealth,

Exploiting people with all stealth,

In vain all the feeling proud,

There are no pockets in a shroud…

No time spent with family and friends,

Busy being someone on whom world depends,

Though rank and position shout aloud,

There are no pockets in a shroud…

Cars, jewellery, cash in entirety,

Factories, offices and all property,

Will not shade your after path like a cloud,

There are no pockets in a shroud.

Naked we come and pauper we go,

The way of destiny is ironically so,

You can’t take it at all with you,

There are no pockets in a shroud…

Unspent money and heart’s desire,

Incomplete remains when you last respire,

When eyes close and head are bowed,

There are no pockets in a shroud…


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