Below here are a few random attempts at writing haiku, courtesy the inspiration from a few nice fellows at DWL.
1)
Alone in Isloo;
I enjoy the company
of mom in mardan
2)
Nineteen, forty five;
a generation lost
on a spur of rage
3)
Worshiping haiku,
we count on our fingertips
seventeen syllables
4)
Gigantic egos,
collide in futile battles,
relations suffer.
Aadil's Writing Journey 
The first and the last one are awesome!
Can you tell me what Haiku is? I did look up the meaning once but didn’t understand it 😐
Its a Japanese genre of poetry which is now being written in almost every popular language of the world. A haiku usually consists of three lines with the most agreed format of 5,7,5 syllables but there have been different schools of thoughts promoting different styles of writing haiku. It is however generally believed that a haiku shouldn’t exceed 17 syllables in a whole hence a writer could vary the syllable count in all three lines.
I too am not that familiar with the genre and will try to explore it more.
Thanks for liking the first and last ones 🙂
Can my poem ‘Strangeness’ be called a Haiku?
That is more of a short poem I guess.
Assalamoalaikum,
I guess my mind isn’t working these days thanks to the rush of thoughts, it ook me several readings to understand ths imple poem :S
I liked the last one best…
you wrote it yourse;f?
MashaAllah…
It actually is not one single poem but rather four random haikus. Glad you liked the last one. Yes, I wrote it myself.
Hope you’re doing well 🙂
Assalamoalaikum, Yeah, doing well, but kind of nothing at the moment, have stayed at home all week last week because trying to toilet train the youngest!
Suddenly Im too busy yet haven’t done many pending things, how about you Rora, how’s everything?
I see you’re lifting a little out of your… retrospect phase, summer must be on its way!
Hope you’re well.
Must be the hardest of things, trying to train kids for such basic things, eh? 🙂 I’ve had a long weekend at home and enjoyed as well as was annoyed by the company of little nephews and nieces courtesy their extreme naughtiness and shore sharaba. 🙂
The winter is at its beautiful best here in Pakistan when the rains have finally arrived; I can still see it pouring outside and I can’t love it enough.
Remember me in your prayers, sister 🙂
der kha Aadil sab
keep on
Thanks buddy 🙂