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
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
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
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
joggers’ park
the wind circling leaves
circling the wind
Wednesday Haiku, Lilliput Review : 15th March 2015
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