Of gossamer dreams
I have made you my dear child
-I looked up and smiled.
Demanding justice
Till their fists began to bleed
-Man and maker plead.
Death alone was real
Life, mere musings of the mind
-Around mortals twined.
Pygmy patisches
Left the artist most worried
-Perhaps God agreed.
About the post: There is an obvious theme to the set of haikus. They touch upon the the relationship between mankind and its maker. Putting aside all the religious origins and beliefs of mankind, I wonder how different we are from our ancestors, were they perfect in the eyes of God? Are we for better or worse? Do we really know what's real and what's not? Don't mind my questions, I am a really curious person and think about our version of reality, our understanding of things around us quite often.
I was actually reading a book where I came across some beautiful words- "gossamer" (means "delicate material or substance") and "pastiches" (means "an artistic work in a style that imitates that of another work, artist or period") . I really wanted to use them in my writing and hence this post. :) Hope you enjoyed it.
