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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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.

Old love

Entries received for our January 2017 prompt – Unrequited Love

1.
old love at the bazaar
flower-sellers drown out
my voice

Kasturi Jadhav

2.
weeping willows –
he marries
his new love

Deepa Shankar

3.
Leftovers
This evening we walked over the mountain to meet the sun that has burnt itself down to a cinder and yet failed to thaw the cold between us . . .

beginning again
from the beginning
you and I
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Traces of you

Today I fell in love with the shadow under the lamp. Yesterday it was the flame that went off in a sliver of spiral smoke. And the day before that, the petrichor of its clay shell.

trying to figure
the colour of loss . . .
wetness
***
The man . . .

. . . moved with deliberate slowness. Only his shadow dogging his heels, leaving in its wake the woman who would pack his lunch in a steel tiffin-box, a toddler still tasting the sweetness of his first syllables and a dog gnawing an age-old wound.

divorce papers . . .
we end up deleting
the ampersand
***
Unfinished

The typewriter has a mind and a story of its own and even though the keys go clickety-clack, the darn thing just isn’t ready to type the words I want it to.

coffee rings
somewhere our lives
did touch
***

Lovers

There were those who left the shape of their absence in the evening breeze and those who stayed behind like an odd pairing of words in a verse.

six degrees
a raindrop ripples
into another
***

Will you too leave?

What if I take a chisel and a hammer to this paperweight and release the flower and the delicate leaves within.

chalk lines . . .
the squares we skip and
those that skip us

Paresh Tiwari

4.
dry red roses still stand
in front of the closed door
unrequited love

Tahera Mannan
Nagpur, Maharashtra

5.
heartbreak
the rose in the vase untouched
by the storm

noon torpor…
the suddenness with which
she leaves my life

gone away—
now only the swirling mist
to embrace

Gautam Nadkarni

6.
Gamble

Walking through the neon city of the world, I imagined, could bring back the zing into our relationship. She is dazzled by the casinos and bright lights. And I see in her eyes, for the first time in years, the same warmth that I had seen when we first started dating. Then turning to me she says – “I’m in love with Vegas”

flight back home
the one vacant seat
to my left

Sandra Martyres

7.

winter’s grip
your fingers clasp
another’s

flotsam
into the twilight
the soul you chose not

Dr. Brijesh Raj

8.
faraway look…
on the horizon
a single bird

Mahrukh Jal Bulsara

9.
rose day
my haul of yellows
unmatched

shehnai sounds…
they brick up the window
opposite me

old rose petals
her forty year old no
browning slowly

hatsuyuki
watching your footsteps
vanish slowly

Raamesh Gowri Raghavan