Review of remembrance day

remembrance day—
waiting all night
for a shooting star

Shobhana Kumar

The phrase in the haiku, read by itself, spells out the hopelessness of the subject/protagonist who is “waiting all night/ for a shooting star” — and the despair when the shooting star fails to show up, which failure is implied.

However, when the phrase is read along with, and in the context of, the fragment: “remembrance day—“, it assumes a new and deeper significance and a more poignant meaning. ‘Remembrance day’ is a day when soldiers who have died in action are remembered.

Could the protagonist be the wife of a soldier who is missing in action? Could it be that she is looking in vain for a shooting star to wish upon, and to wish for her husband’s miraculous and safe return?

Possible of course, among several other possibilities, which shows the vast lateral space left in the haiku by the poet — a space which by virtue of saying nothing at all, by itself, serves to enrich the poem greatly and adds depth to it.

Certainly, this is a haiku, which no reader is likely to dismiss after one reading.

Gautam Nadkarni

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I often seem to forget, how a seemingly simple Haiku with a juxtaposition that works, really works, can be such a delight. And then when I cross paths with a work that embodies the true spirit of Haiku, it’s like coming across an old song unexpectedly on radio. Warm and soothing almost akin to coming home to a well worn blanket or the damp nose of your dog.

Shobhana’s remembrance day is a work that disarms the reader with its simple yet profoundly touching honesty of emotions. Of course the meaning of the Haiku is pretty clear from the first reading itself and yet somehow that only adds to the beauty of the verse. This directness, this steering clear from multiple layers of meanings and obscurity is what in my opinion works most.

The ache of a loss, the need to wish upon a star, the want to turn the wheels of time once again and the biggest question of all ‘Is war ever worth it?’ are all relevant to the state of being human and make for a deeply touching work of art.

Paresh Tiwari

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What is it about poignancy that leaves such a deep impression on us? A soul connect with sorrow perhaps? Tragedy unites unlike any moment of happiness can.

Climbing man-made mountains wreathed in fog is a slippery slope Shobhana knows a thing or two about. She is associated with an NGO caring for destitutes, which is the setting for her Haibun ‘Stopper’. Whose ending ku this is.

To me, the title suggests a delectable irony on the concept of a show stopper. Shobhana’s character here IS the most beautiful spirit despite being sadly the most broken physically. The haijin describes the destitute ward she visits and the happiness her visits bring to this particular doughty inmate.

The ku uses the dual imagery of loss (Remembrance Day) and hope (futile?). Hope…awaiting the flash of what is in essence a speck of burning dust. Burning almost as soon as it appears but brilliant nonetheless. Or is the shooting star symbolic? An epiphany or sign the haijin herself is waiting for?

Hope, by lieu of its very existence, can never be futile. It gives strength and purpose. Waiting patiently on those dark dark nights, and cherishing a single moment forever is something truly worth living for.

Thank you, Shobhana, for a wonderful read.

Dr Brijesh Raj

 

Diwali, the Festival of Lights

Diwali, a time of oil lamps and fireworks, sweets and festivities. What better time for Cafe haiku to put together a Diwali post, with photos and haiku.

So, here we are, with the last big festival of the season.

Sandra Martyres

diwali-1-sandra
a single diya
lights up the widow’s home-
Diwali-eve

Lakshmi puja –
the lure of ladoos
keeps the child awake

the street child’s face glows
more than the sparkler he holds-
Diwali treats

drowned by the sound
of bursting crackers-
the pujari’s chants

swinging lanterns-
even the winds celebrate
Diwali

sweet bonanza –
no weight-watching
at Diwali

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Mahrukh Balsara

late morning
one of the diyas
still burning

Diwali sweets –
she picks out
the brightest pink
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Gautam Nadkarni
Diwali night—
the blind man’s face
lights up

Laxmi pooja—
the shadows dancing
on the walls

mantra chanting—
the young mother stifles
her son’s yawn

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Paresh Tiwari
clay lamps …
one by one the stars
snuff out

whistling cracker
my son packs away
his crayons

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Brijesh Raj

diwali-1-brijesh

 

Diwali night
the gentle sway
of kandeel tails

Diwali week
pushing away her
nth sweet

morning after
the ashen face
of Marine Drive skies

bottle rocket
the cyclist peddles
faster

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Raamesh Gowri Raghavan

Diwali cleaning …
grandmother throws away
her wedding saree

neighbour’s rangoli
Rorschach blots
of a broken house

cracker bursting…
my dogs tail between his legs
below the bed

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diwali-rohini
Rohini Gupta

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Anitha Varma

new moon night…
a stray breeze teases
the diwali lamps
Deepavali –
pirouetting stars
outdo the diyas

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Akila G.

Diwali sale-
the sugar-free counter
reads out of stock

the night
after fireworks
crickets

Diwali-
so many shooting stars
to make a wish

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And, finally, a haiku which does not deal with Diwali but with another festival from the other side of the globe.

D. Holmes

a pumpkin’s grin
by candlelight… the sound
of children’s laughter

Goubou, Georgia, USA

Haiku of Mahrukh Bulsara

For her birthday, Cafe haiku publishes the haiku of our own member, Mahrukh Bulsara.

summer skies
my heart dissolves
into a cloud

 

spring dew…
the bud reveals
a mandala

 

twin bed
our baby tries
to find her space

 

first published in World Haiku Review 
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morning fog…
the lighthouse
now a star

 

incomplete moon
a child sells balloons
to my daughter

 

tulip petals…
I search for
hidden fairies

 

evening drizzle
among her toys
a glow worm

 

the horizon –
away and beyond
my father

 

leaves tremble
on the forest floor
another quiet

 

garden soil
a hand caresses
mother

Slow Afternoon

At our last monthly session, the group wrote haiku prompted by this picture taken by Brijesh Raj.

Here are the haiku. You are welcome to add your own.

slow afternoon
what does he carry
in his dreams?

 

~ Raamesh Gowri Raghavan
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Mumbai traffic
the big burden becomes
a pillow

 

Mumbai traffic
the strain on his face
even in sleep

 

~ Rohini Gupta
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sultry noon
the handcart man clothed
in blue sky

 

dog tired —
only those twinkling stars
behind shut eyes

 

handcart man —
wrapped up in his nap
and a dhoti

 

~ Gautam Nadkarni
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passing by…
the world
in a rush of dreams

 

~ Brijesh Raj
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swacch Bharat –
the rag-picker relaxes
 on his haul

 

~ Sandra Martyres

 

 

Haiku by Paresh Tiwari

The members of INhaiku Mumbai chose their favorite haiku by Paresh Tiwari for his birthday. Here they are.

 

early morning…
a tree’s foliage bursts
into parakeets

Chosen by Sandra Martyres

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longest night…
the taste of sea breeze
and her absence

 

stillness…
the sound of dusk
washing ashore

 

Choosing a single ku (albeit from Paresh’s truncated list of favorites) is like letting loose the inner child in a candy shop, filled with the vibrant hues and delicious hurt of one who continues to experience and capture life in 4D (poetry, painting, prose and photography). And telling it to just look around.

So I broke the rules and chose two. The first has lent its second line as title to our little anthology and is therefore that much more familiar and close to the heart. The second I loved because it lends itself to so many subtle shades. Is it the sailor in him ? The fact that he must endure long absences from his loved ones or something more enigmatic, perhaps foreboding, left to the reader’s imagination?

Happy birthday Paresh. Keep writing as well as you do and this teetotaler will keep getting high.

Chosen by Brijesh Raj

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alley puddle –
a paper boat glides
over the stars

Chosen by Raamesh Gowri Raghavan
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stillness
the sound of dusk
washing ashore

 

Chosen by Kasturi Jadhav

 

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gran’s hand
how frail, how cold
this autumn dusk

 

chardonnay…
the scent of summer
in a bluethroat’s song

 

mustard fields-
a thimbleful of sun
on each blossom

 

It was hard to chose just one. So, here are three.

 

Chosen by Rohini Gupta

the making of the cover

Several ideas were advanced for the cover – a splash of water, a seascape, a beach scene with an umbrella. The one we finally went with was the summer fishing boat.

This brave and beautiful fishing boat, flying colourful flags, is a common sight on the Mumbai coastline and seems appropriate to an anthology with such strong Mumbai connections.

These are the steps the cover went through, from the vague outline, to a little filling in, to the final picture.

making of the cover