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



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



cutting chai
again the waiter interrupts
my proposal



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’



the price
of wi fi
cutting chai

the argument
more cutting than
The chai



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
chai latte

cutting chai…
I watch my last pennies
jingle away

cutting chai…
still looking for
a smart kireji



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

the taste of sea breeze

Our anthology is out. After two years of monthly meetings the INhaiku Mumbai group has collected its work in an anthology. Now available as an ebook on Amazon.

So take a look.

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A hatful of sky

The writings of IN haiku Mumbai group

Sandra Martyres

moonless sky –
not even a shadow
to follow him

XII Edition Winter 2015 – European Kukai
2nd place


Raamesh Gowri Raghavan

with a hatful of sky
the night
is my only cloak
and soon my shroud

A Hundred Gourds, September 2014


Paresh Tiwari


dawn cold light over crumpled sheets . . . my hand over her belly . . . over her sagging contours soaking warmth taking my time over her stretch marks, reading faded words of an old-intimate diary.

She stops me when I reach the now long-healed incision three inches below her navel.

This one was him she says.

the moon the colour
of emptiness

Modern Haiku 43.1

Dr Brijesh Raj

forest walk
the cool breath
of Eucalyptus trees

Herons’s Nest March 2016


Rohini Gupta

baleful eyes
the bounding dog takes
a sudden u-turn

whiskers and purrs, a book of cat haiku, 2016


Gautam Nadkarni

looking within
the sky no longer creased
by the ripples

A Hundred Gourds — Sept 2015 Issu



Mahrukh Bulsara

spring rain
the tiny leaf
catches a flower