Salil Chaturvedi
Born 1968, India
Currently residing in Goa, India
Website/blog: http://salilchaturvedi.blogspot.in
Salil Chaturvedi took to haiku in 2007 and has turned into a haiku addict. It is a form that allows him to enter the stream which flows all around us, right here, right now. And the stream is addictive. He also writes short fiction and poetry that has appeared in various magazines and anthologies.
winter night . . .
the cat takes the empty curve
of her waist
moonless night…
even so
the blossoms of Saptaparni
thunder
inside a curled leaf
the cocoon shifts
twitchy ears
of the sleeping dog—
approaching rain
easier than this koan. . .
summer lilies
lonely night . . .
from the bulbul nest
a little chirp
grandpa’s cane—
I fall
into his stride
tiny fish
in a roadside stream
the world’s edge
spring day—
father plays the guitar
with just three strings
super moon:
a notch louder
the sound of crickets
new year’s day—
cleaning the dust
settled on buddha
winter sunset…
will she take the hint
of her shadow
birthday wish—
father shows me
his trembling hand
traffic jam—
we’re all pointed
to the moon
outside
the tv environment debate . . .
cicadas
fits just right—
the april moon
in the birdbath
bodhi tree
not a single leaf
is still . . .
The Heron's Nest - Volume XVIII, Number 3: September 2016
winter mist
spirals
of an old sea shell
The Heron's Nest - Volume XIX, Number 1: March 2017
summer moon—
the bald heads of
old friends
Frogpond 39:2, Summer 2016
fading summer light
on dangling hibiscus
friend’s lung cancer
Modern Haiku 46:3, Autumn 2015
rainwater
down the hill slope—
learning to speak
Modern Haiku 48:1, Summer 2017
little butterfly
crosses the river—
wind on my face
Chrysanthemum 19, April 2016