Kala Ramesh

Born in Chennai, India
Living in Pune, India
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low tide
the silence of a wave    
wets my mind

Simply Haiku – Winter 2011

 

dense fog . . .
I dream walk
my sense of I

Simply Haiku  - Summer 2009, v7n2

 

a barn owl hoots
the stillness of the lake
before dawn
 
Akita International Haiku Award 2015 – Honourable Mention, 2015. 

 

how little 
I know of bird calls
distant thunder
 
The Akita International Haiku Award, First prize September 2013
The Second Japan-Russia Haiku Contest

 

mountain shadow robs the tree of its

Roadrunner Haiku Journal 9.3 August 2009

 

incomplete beings
     you and me
complete the city

Roadrunner Haiku Journal – 13.2 August 2013

 

Gita chanting ...
    birds become
the ellipsis 
 
The Akita International Haiku Award, September 2014

 

leaf tip
an inchworm’s search
for a landing
 
Acorn # 35  autumn 2015

 

the resonant call
from a sparrow’s tiny lungs
—basant

Basant means spring season. In Indian classical music we have numerous compositions based on this season. We have a raga named basant.
Simply Haiku
- Autumn 2005, vol 3 no 3

 

funeral pyre
the fallen leaves
soaked by rain
 
Acorn # 32  Spring 2014

 

the weight
weighs itself out . . .
falling leaves
 
Acorn #31 Fall  2013

 

a mango plucked
     an empty space      to the sky
 
A Hundred Gourds 5:1, December 2015

 

bulbul
      the wind 
owns the song
 
A Hundred Gourds 4:4 September 2015

 

kalachakra . . . 
the shadow of a moth
circling the hour
 
 A Hundred Gourds 4:2, June 2015

 

sleepless . . .
a swaying web catches 
and loses the light
 
A Hundred Gourds 4:2, June 2015

 

forest trail . . . 
a cuckoo's song leaves me
searching the trees
 
A Hundred Gourds 4:1, March 2015

 

wailing cuckoo
a street child at the junction
dances for us 
 
A Hundred Gourds 2:4 September 2013

 

                             fish               fish
mountain stream          popping
                
A Hundred Gourds 2:4 September 2013

 

rāga kalyān
   the pumpkin gourd
yields an autumn lyric
 
A Hundred Gourds 1:2, March 2012

 

midnight jetty
the sound of water
slapping water 

A Hundred Gourds 1:3 – June 2012

 

morning prayers
the rising sun between
my hands

Ambrosia Journal of Fine haiku – spring 2009

 

darkening sky ...
the snake curves
into my path

Tinywords - June 2005

 

a cheetah's hunt
the zigzagging shadow play
of the gazelles

 Asahi Haikust Network – 21st January 2014

 

morning sunshine
on the banyan tree
old age ashram
 
Muttering Thunder - Annual ebook, November 2015

 

joggers’ park
the wind circling leaves
circling the wind

Wednesday Haiku, Lilliput Review : 15th March 2015

 

after sunset
mountains become the sky
a muezzin's call
 
Frogpond 38:3 autumn issue, 2015

 

creaksong . . . 
autumn wind swinging 
on the barnyard gate
 
Frogpond 37:2, the spring/summer, 2014

 

water buffaloes . . . 
shoreline shadows pleat 
the monsoon lake

The Heron’s Nest Volume IX, Number 2: June, 2007

 

morning raga. . .
a honeybee attempts
to waken the bud

Shreve Memorial Library, July 2010

 

morning star
  the way I hold on
  to my dreams

Modern Haiku, 41.2 summer 2010

 

falling leaves . . .
if only sorrows could be
contained in a palm

Lakeview International Journal of Literature and Arts, summer 2013

 

an autumn note . . .
my breath holds even
the song's silences

Acorn #23, fall 2009

 

winter rain
     a cadence
to our love making

Simply Haiku 6:2, summer 2008

 

paper moon . . .
a cliff-diver folds into
the setting sun

Acorn # 24 spring 2010

 

nakedness . . .
the morning after
cyclonic rains

A Hundred Gourds – 2:3 June 2013

 

ice cream season
    I must have been
a dog once

A Hundred Gourds 1:4 September 2012

 

forest walk—
a spider's shadow
climbs the tree

The Asahi Shimbun, November 2005

 

the pecking
amongst a rush of wings
. . . rice sparrows

 Bottle Rockets #27, August 2012

 

crab holes gasp
under my footprints . . .
receding wave

Kernalsonline – # 2 Summer 2013

 

ceiling mirror
between screams I see
my child being born

Shiki Monthly Kukai, February, 2011

 

with droplets life giving first breast-feed

Frogpond 32:2 Summer 2009

 

 

the geese
land on their honks . . .
trembling pond

Frogpond 34:3 Fall issue 2011

 

cyclonic rains
coconut leaves dip
into streetlights

Simply Haiku 5:4. Winter 2007

Sequence:

Joy of Spring
a sutra*written on mother's day

 

the bag of water
bursts within me
I am drenched

 

every two minutes
the pain so excruciating
a labour

 

white gloved hands
surround me . . . with each
gasp a grasping breath

 

cervical dilation
I sense a bundle press
for azadi

 

at corridor's end
my clenched fists release
the joy of spring birth

 

*sutra means thread in Sanskrit

Bottle Rockets: issue #28, February 2013


sequence

Three Quarters of the Himalayas
— a twirling thread 

to stand on the moon
and discover the earth . . .
roses in winter

 

thunder coming downhill the sound of glass bangles

 

slum dwellers—
the aura around each 
Diwali lamp

 

water circles becoming wide the frog's next leap

 

jasmine rain . . .
burrowing into the distant
sand bed of my past

 

three quarters of the Himalayas unseen my fear ice-tipped

 

a falling leaf
twirls the silence . . .
who am I

Presence Haiku journal: Issue # 46, Summer 2012