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 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


      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


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


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