Bappaku – haiku for the Ganesh festival

For Chaturthi

On Ganpati Day
our society lawn plucked clean
of all its freshness

toothless smiles
our boy loudly welcomes
Ekadanta

Raamesh Gowri Raghavan

 

Ganesh Utsav –
the drum beats follow me
even in my dreams

eclipsed
their Ganesh idol dwarfs
ours

monsoon fury-
“Ganapati Bappa Morya”
drowned by rain

Lalbaghchya Raja-
devotees brave the rain
for a single glimpse

Sandra Martyres

 

marigolds—-
adding more colour
to the Ganesha

Ganesh pooja
the devotee’s raised eyes linger
on the cracked ceiling

Gautam Nadkarni

 

Ganesh shopping
the vendor insists
on NEFT

rain break
no queue before
Lalbaghchya Raja

Chaturthi-
the temple Devis
are left in peace

‘vada pav’ chants
greet the midnight surge
of Ganesh devotees

Brijesh Raj

 

each year
the Ganesh idol … the many
avatars
of our desires

Kala Ramesh

 

poetic license
the Ganesh in the bylane
wears goggles

gallery of gods
one more ganesh
in my farewell gift

trunk of ganesh
the washing machine hose
falls on the stage

Ajaya Mahala

 

For Visarjan

Ganesha…
into the cloying embrace
of the sea

visarjan…
all the colours washed
by the sunset

visarjan…
mom worries about the idol
getting wet in the rain

visarjan crowd…
the drumming goes on and on
in my head

Gautam Nadkarni

 

visarjan…
the empty space
left behind

pelting rain –
visarjan on the streets
this year

Sandra Martyres

 

Visarjan day…
the sea takes the god
and his faithful

tying shoelaces
just as the procession’s drums
take up the rhythm

Raamesh Gowri Raghavan

 

⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠visarjan
the colours run down
a devotee’s face

Brijesh Raj

 

rising above
the beach crowd
a massive ganesh

Ajaya Mahala

 

visarjan …
the dholak    the procession
wakes up my baby

 

visarjan

ganpati bappa morya
pudcha warshi lavkar ya rents the air …

her child
born on ganesh chaturthi
believes in Him no more

Kala Ramesh

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Elephant-headed haiku

Swinging to the chants of Ganpati Bappa Morya, The city of Mumbai celebrates its annual ten-Day festival in honour of Ganesha, the bringer of good things and the vanquisher of bad things. IN haiku Mumbai joins in the spirit with a special haiku ‘utsav’.

Send in your haiku, haibun, tanka, kyoka and senryu to inhaikumumbai AT gmail DOT com on the theme of the Ganpati festival, and we’ll feature them on our blog. Submissions remain open till sunset, 5 September 2017.

Our anthology— we’d like another date with you

Dear Friends, Lovers and Bringers of Chocolate,

We’ve been delighted by the response we got when we put out the call for submissions to our 3rd Anniversary Anthology here: http://wp.me/p7sIE9-eP

A first round of selections was done in our first committee meeting last month, and we were waiting to go through the subsequent submissions that came in by July 31. As that meeting is scheduled only for August 12, we wondered among ourselves whether we should keep the window for submissions open till then.

And so by popular vote, we decided we will. So we’re open to all submissions of haiku, haibun, tanka, tanka-prose, renku, renga, rengay, tan-renga and experiments with Japanese forms. As we said earlier, we aim to publish all these in an e-anthology on Kindle by Diwali time. You will find all the submission guidelines here: http://wp.me/p7sIE9-eP

Submissions will remain open till 12:00 (noon) on 12 August 2017, Indian Standard Time.

A second cup of cutting chai

cutting chai –
finally the rejection letter
off my mind

Arvinder Kaur

 

the Taj cafe—-
the steward’s smirk as I order
cutting chai

full cutting chai…
the waiter asks me once more
if I’m sure

Gautam Nadkarni

 

cutting chai –
the cup that helps me
brave the monsoons

chilly morning-
road-side vendors serving
cutting chai

finally
the sights and feel of home –
mugs of cutting chai

Sandra Martyres

 

some things
are inevitable…
ordering
cutting chai
at the hospital canteen

cutting chai
the flutter of divorce papers
between sips

Sanjuktaa Asopa

 

cutting chai
the rain falls
in both the glasses

Alaka Yeravadekar

 

cutting chai —
mother snaps the last biscuit
into perfect halves

Kala Ramesh

Cutting chai

The following haiku were written on the spot at our last meeting.

pelting rain-
the thought of cutting chai
drives me home

for frayed tempers-
the perfect antidote
cutting chai

SANDRA

 

hanging low
in the winter breeze
her breath
and the taste
of ginger on my lips

PARESH

 

cutting chai
again the waiter interrupts
my proposal

GAUTAM

 

cutting chai
the vegan
at a loss

cutting chais
the poets
make them count

winter’s eve
the urchin
begs for ‘cutting’

nursing a ‘cutting’
the world
through misted glasses

spring cool
the lovers share
a ‘cutting’

BRIJESH

 

the price of wi fi
cutting chai

the argument
more cutting than
the chai

ROHINI

 

behind the Taj…
I catch the chef sipping
cutting chai

at the tapri
the chaiwala from
across the street

scanning the menu
I wonder what they mean
by chai latte

cutting chai…
I watch my last pennies
jingle away

cutting chai…
still looking for
a smart kireji

RAAMESH

 

Would you like to submit something on cutting chai? Do send your haiku, tanka, haibun or senryu to inhaikumumbai AT gmail DOT com.

New Beginnings

We put out a call for haiku on the subject ‘New Beginnings’, and then life got on, same old, same old. Here’s our compilation at last, after a delay of many weeks:

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strong winds…
a wilted flower
breaks away

~ Mahrukh Balsara

verdigris
wrinkled hands scrub off
past Diwalis

yet another dump
grubbing
for a fresh stake

one last lick
before nodding off
latest litter

new menu
the fresh lime soda
exactly the same

new home
mismatched cups
and staff

~ Brijesh Raj

new walls…
how long till this one
feels like home

~ Paresh Tiwari

new skin
the cut that wasn’t
deep after all

~ Kasturi Jadhav

grief counselling
my old lover is
my new friend

~ Deepa

new year
the resolutions fade
faster than the snow

kittens again
the same
old cat

~ Rohini Gupta

new year’s dawn
still trying to recall
last night’s resolves

memories
rising from the mist
a full moon

~ Gautam Nadkarni

forgetting
and forgiving the past memories
springs of fresh tenderness

~ Purushotham Rao Ravela

from his village dwelling
to life in the city
1BHK

new beginnings –
the drunk buries
his whiskey bottle

melting snow –
from the garden bed
a rose bud peeps out

~ Sandra Martyres

new manuscript…
In the heat of the flames
of the old one

windowsill…
a new summer day
unspools

euthanasia
the dawn’s glow washed out
by the streetlights

~ Raamesh Gowri Raghavan

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Would you like to add your haiku on this topic? Please add them in the comments.

Inviting submissions for our new anthology

Indian summer
even our inhibitions
melt away

Even as I write this, IN haiku Mumbai has been in continuous existence for three years and a half. Over time, through innumerable cups of coffee in our monthly meets, three cafe closures, one anthology, a now-on, now-off blog, and the launch of a new literary magazine, we realise we’ve come a long way. 

So, we decided to celebrate ourselves by launching a new anthology, to be brought out by Diwali this year. And you’re invited.

We must say we had great fun putting together ‘the taste of sea breeze’ our first anthology of haiku, haibun, tanka, senryu, renku and renbun (which we claim to invent). And are happier to report that it was received well among the global community of ELH writers and readers, having had good sales in five countries. More than just a labour of love, it’s been an exercise in critical thinking and collaboration.

So, coming to the new anthology we propose. Here’s everything you want to know:

  1. Who: Anyone from anywhere in the world can submit. Our only requirement — the subject of your composition has to be India. Anything about India.
  2. What: Up to three each of anything in the haikai school of literature — haiku, senryu, urban ku, haibun, short-form renku (tan-renga, yotsumono) and tanka. Submit one renku or renbun if you like. Unfortunately for us, we’re not able to take haiga or any other illustrated form.
  3. Where: Send your compositions to inhaikumumbai@gmail.com in the body of the mail only. No attachements please.
  4. How: Please place your name, country, city and genre in the subject of your mail. So “Thaksin Shinawatra,  Thailand, Bangkok, Senryu”. Please let us repeat, do not send attachments. As the Buddha said, they only lead to sorrow.
  5. When: Submissions open 19 April 2017 and close 31 July 2017. We will then go through a reading and being period, and be ready to launch by Diwali day. So you can expect to hear from us August onwards.
  6. Why: Well, honestly, we had fun doing it once and we want to do it again. And because you and us, we all want somewhere to publish. But mostly, because there doesn’t really have to be a reason.

How to get selected:

  1. Please do judge your work before sending. While we don’t claim to be the best, we’re not so bad either. Our preference would be to have a slim but awesome book. 
  2. Please stay away from clichés. As resident Indians, we’ve seen enough snake charmers and elephants and Malana cream. Anything that shows India in a new light (and it doesn’t have to be flattering) has a better chance of being picked. Personal experiences will score, because that is the essence of haikai.
  3. We’re Trussians when it comes to grammar. Please do care to edit before sending. English is preferred; if you send in any other language please do send an English translation. We will follow Commonwealth spellings.
  4. Please be original. We’d like fresh, unplagiarised work. If you’re submitting previously published work, that’s fine, but please cite where it was published. Work published in a social media group not open to the general public’s view will be treated as unpublished.
  5. Selections will be made by our core group. Only that which passes muster among all six of us goes into the anthology. As we said earlier, our preference would be to have a slim but awesome book.

The decisions of the editors will be final and binding. And there’s no money we have to give out. But you’re all haijin and you’ve seen these two caveats before.

Happy submitting!

        sudden shower
        the mango petals fall
        off the new fruit