Blahsphemy

You have been warned again Attempting to master Haiku is fruitless son Five, seven, five is nothing 

This drama never ends abruptly Remember, pain is something that lingers forever On the stage called life

Guffawed he, spewing venom It's nothing but my brain's minor indigestion  Something only time can cure      

He danced when they asked No one asked whether he was ready  That's what puppets are for 

Faithful was he our dog Faithful we never were to him ever Everything is pardonable he wagged 

Two flies on the window One is inside and the other outside Two worlds separated by glass

The trap was all set The prey gave in without a fight Spoilsport, snapped the angry trap

An old face popped up Only to burst the bubble of memories How ugly we were then

The answer is no. The words mocked him. He crumpled the paper on which the alphabets had conspired to ruin his day. He searched for the right words deep inside his heart to console himself. Little did he knew that all that he had were a few vowels that wailed.