Lying in dust
In another’s possession.
Dense jungle. Hunting in speed
Jaguar on wheels.
I am a bit moody most of the time, and wouldn’t be voted as “the most consistent poet” by Jingle. There are days when poetry just doesn’t come to me. I lack inspiration, and when there’s inspiration, I lack words. Finally after about two weeks, I felt like writing something. I’m not really sure, if the above haiku makes any sense, but what’s written is posted!
So what did you understand from the 3 lines? I am looking out for the craziest comments!