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The Ruined Cathedrals – Haibun

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Desolation is a pause on a meaningless journey to a possible peace. It snowed all night.The cathedral crumbles slowly; seeking warmth in its inevitable destruction.The Priests and Pagans watch from their windows while sipping fine single-malt whiskey. Gods and Satan have come to a truce of ignorance. The Faith sublimates in the wreckage. Some still wait for the Cross to glow, for the Christ to be Born, for gifts to be distributed.Our foolish hopes spiral down to our convoluted existence. A dog dies in the snow. He didn’t bark much. He made peace with it. Did he believe in Gods? I have some whiskey left. Shall we make some peace before the sky crumbles.

fresh snow, fresh corpses
faith is a drink for the poor
the rich, prefer blood.

© Shashank Bhardwaj



Previous Haibuns –

1) Unnoticed Bridges – Haibun
2) Autumnal Rain – Haibun

 

 

 

 

 

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Faith

They say faith lies

in church, mosques, 

gurudwaras and other places

but I have seen faith in eyes

of a little girl kissing his brother goodbye

at airport, a mother hoping for his son’s 

overseas call and guy who believes his 

dog will recognize him after years. 

Faith is a gift some are yet to recieve 

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Faith

In unquestioned realms
of faith and worship,
where the answers
and prayers reach,
the almighty,
there lines a fine line
between idolizing and
worshiping,
when you leave the pity,
hungry and downtrodden
creations,
to rot,
to feed an immovable deity that has no
power but eyes to see all
and do nothing.

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