Wednesday 18 November 2009

sleepless

frogs vociferous,
as night rain leaves...the loudest
must be tortoise-large.

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8 comments:

Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

While coming back you carried the jungle along it seems.

P. Venugopal said...

:-) got your lift report.

Gymnast said...

ehh?? I dont see any relation between the post , arun's comment and your reply.

I am most lost with this haiku .

Gymnast said...

Oh..and congratulations on the impending arrival of your grandson/daughter!!

Just saw the post..been away from blogosphere for a while!

P. Venugopal said...

Gymnast, we can also communicate with one another using just gestures of the hand and facial muscles. But, here you are right in being baffled. Arun now has my phone number. From Mangalore he sent me an SOS SMS to Trivandrum yesterday asking me to rescue him from a lift in which he got trapped yet again. I kept mum. Some fool, it seems, has rescued him, because, by evening I find him back on the blog.
Thanks for the congratulations. Any day now, I am going to become a grandpa.

Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

Et tu Venu Chettan? Then falls Arun.

rknair said...

Back to the concrete jungle, jostling with two-legged frogs and toads :-)

P. Venugopal said...

etto?
a toad among toads...
who is the loudest is the test!
ettu again, hasn't it?
:-)