Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Summing up the year (2014)


Casuarinas--
the sound of surf
settles

(Shiki kukai, december.2014)

...And with that, I end my abysmal run in the kukai contests this year. Even apart from the kukais, 2014 has been a disappointing year poetrywise.There has been the odd publication here and there, but by and large I've suffered from an inability to find the words I want to write and been too self-critical even when I wrote, and,...well, nothing has gone well really. I have the feeling that  things could only get better from here.

 Otherwise, I just might have to turn to writing "erasure" poems...that seems to be the hottest thing  around lately :-)

Wish you all the very best for the new year~

Sunday, December 21, 2014

galaxy & hill temple


galaxy--
just a lily pond
will do


*****


hill temple . . .
our ascent
into the fog



Frogpond,37.3,autumn issue

Thursday, November 20, 2014

one from Shiki kukai and Atlas Poetica issue 18

 nowhere-bound
the chatter of fallen leaves
at midnight

(Shiki kukai,May 2014)

And that reminds me ( though I don't know why this, the above, should remind me of that), of the October issue of Atlas Poetica, a tanka collection by Indian poets, where I also have had one tanka featured alongside many other friends.Many lovely poems in there...you can read it HERE.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

brass bell :tea haiku

After "moon haiku", it's time for "tea haiku" at Brass bell haiku journal this month and trust me, you won't want to miss the brew,whether you are a tea-lover or coffee-drinker.There are quite a few lovely verses in there by poets who are well-known as well as newbies.A couple of mine are also featured there.
Do check out the November issue of this new journal by Zee Zahava here: Brass bell haiku

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

brass bell: moon haiku

Have you checked this new blog and haiku journalbrass bell by Zee Zahava? I just came across it a couple of months ago and have read three stunning issues since then. You can read it here.

In the latest issue this month, I also have had the following ku featured alongside many other fine poems.


crescent moon
fitting snugly
in the hammock

Thursday, October 2, 2014

wheat ears

wheat ears--
the sunlight braided 
by the wind
(Haiku : Sanjuktaa Asopa , Art: Ron Moss)

My poem in the September issue of A Hundred Gourds that has been Sumi-e painted by Ron Moss.
Thank you, Ron Moss!

Monday, August 11, 2014

Haiga by Angelee Deodhar, Nocturne

 Haiga: Angelee Deodhar
Text: Sanjuktaa

Angelee Deodhar, the haiku poet and haiga artist from India, needs no introduction.She did this haiga for my haibun published in CHO (Contemporary Haibun Online) in June, 2014.
A big thank you, dear Angelee!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

fragrant breeze






fragrant breeze--
my daughter unfolds
her bridal dress

Shiki Kukai, June 2014




Monday, May 26, 2014

dreaming sky


dreaming sky...
a broken swing sunk
in the bluebells

(Indian kukai entry, May, 2014)

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Paper boat and all night rain



 paper boat
big enough to hold
a dream or two





faintly
the sound of anklets
all night rain 


The Herons Nest, Vol XV.4, December 2013

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Shiki kukai, April, 2014



abandoned barn--
one hundred years of solitude
and me

(April, 2014, free format
3rd place)

Sunday, March 16, 2014

From A Hundred Gourds

A sparrow, a dandelion and the mist...from last year's A Hundred Gourds, issue 2.4.




sipping stale coffee the same sparrow as yesterday




even before i could wish you were gone dandelion




loneliness-
each peak wrapped
in its own mist


 Santoka says:


if I sell my rags
and buy some sake
will there still be loneliness... 



Santoka


Saturday, February 1, 2014

January 2014 shiki kukai

 One more second place in my saga of endless second places! Sigh, sigh!

In the kigo section this one was the runner-up with 21 points behind Roberta beary at 23 points.

fingernail moon-
we share what's left of
the apple pie

In the Free format section, this ku received 14 points and was placed probably 7th.

the way
you play with my hair...
spring wind

Thursday, January 30, 2014

January 2014 mindful writing, day 30



Curled up by the bay window, I listen to the shuffle of goat feet bringing dusk down the forest path.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Monday, January 27, 2014

Sunday, January 26, 2014

January 2014 mindful writing, day 26



The wannabe PM. The ebb and flow of his voice.The shine of his promises. The crowd breaks into a loud applause every other minute.

day moon-
a giant balloon
in the sky

Saturday, January 25, 2014

January 2014 mindful writing, day 25





Scent of cut grass. Tiny orange rosebuds. And an early-bird koel that has got its song all wrong.The weather is changing here.

Friday, January 24, 2014

January 2014 mindful writing, day 24




When everybody has gone to bed, my neighbour's balcony rails climb up my bedroom walls.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

January 2014 mindful writing, day 23



I prepare his favorite dessert and serve it in a gleaming silver bowl. Then I put three basil leaves on top.











* In India,basil or tulsi leaves are put in dishes when food is being offered to God or a departed soul.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

january mindful writing, day 22


yoga breath...
inhaling the warm sun,
the green
of the Eucalypt, the scent
of mulch on the forest floor

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

January 2014 mindful writing, day 21



At the park,children still queued up for a last tumble down the slide. The seniors, having finished their walks, are catching their breaths on the benches. Smell of over-ripe squashes from the vegetable-vendor's stall hangs in the air.The spring just around the corner...

Monday, January 20, 2014

Saturday, January 18, 2014

(January 2014 mindful writing, day 18 ) In Kat Creighton's memory



 The news that Kat Creighton , the haiku poet from Jersey, passed away two days ago, came as a shock this morning.

I had met Kat on the NaHaiWrimo site, when I joined it in 2011 and she had only been a Facebook friend, yet it feels like I had known her always.She was a wonderful poet and I had been a regular visitor to her blog, which features prominently here among my blogroll. Here is the last poem she posted on NaHaiWriMo on January 14th, the day before she died.


three quarter moon -
impossible to distinguish what is
from what isn't


Another one by her that I loved:


falling leaves
so many ways to count
our numbered days




Kat had been giving the prompts on NaHaiWriMo this month also, when one day she simply failed to turn up.

My  small stone today is in Kat's memory, based on the prompt given at NaHaiWriMo today .


are  there angels
...misty woods 









Rest in peace, Kat Creighton.I will always miss your voice.





Friday, January 17, 2014

January 2014 mindful writing challenge, day 17



Snuff-colored evening thick with smog and the long line of traffic moving sluggishly like the tail of some pre-historic animal. We sit slumped staring at the billboards.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

January 2014 mindful writing, day 16



The red-whiskered bulbul discovers its soulmate in the mirror.All day long, it keeps coming back to peck at it a thousand times.

morning after...
a plastic cover thrown
over the bike

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

January mindful writing, day 15




Gunfire in the deep woods grinds the night into a gazillion grains.We stir in our beds uncomfortably. Another commando exercise.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

January mindful writing, day 14

On this photo prompt by Kash Poet in the Facebook IN haiku group, I wrote the following lines.And then did the haiga below as well.

flying kites...
 the colours in my
inner sky
photo:Google images












photo:Google images

Monday, January 13, 2014

January mindful writing, day 13




  Thin gray morning mist tattooed here and there with the red and pink and mauve of the hibiscuses not yet fully in bloom. I don't even have to take off my glasses to imagine an impressionist painting.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

January mindful writing, day 12




The camel that has paused outside our house under the almond tree to munch on its leaves and refuses to budge in spite of being goaded by its keeper, looks at me with desert-rimmed eyes.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Friday, January 10, 2014

January mindful writing, day 10



It only takes a few drops of whites to turn the amber into pale gold. Ah, my morning tea!








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Thursday, January 9, 2014

January mindful writing, day 9




When the distant dog barks turn into a whimper and the lights in the high-rises begin to go off one by one; when the silence in the streets is broken only by the crackle of the walkie-talkies from the occasional patrolling police car; then the migrants and the pavement dwellers huddle around a fire in the street corner and talk about the village, the fields, the cattle that they left behind.


tar-black night...
who scattered those stars
by the roadside
                                                  




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Wednesday, January 8, 2014

January mindful writing, day 8



Shadows lengthening in the forest to my left, a sunlit window to my right.Yet I search for a poem in the cold white screen of a computer.









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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

January mindful writing, day 7

A small stone is a short piece of writing
 (prose or poetry)that precisely captures
 a fully-engaged moment
Satya Robyn

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A rejection is a rejection is a rejection. Yet I get into a battle of words with the editor when he rejects my work with the comment, "they aren’t that bad”! Ouch, that hurts! When I protest, he says, “not that bad” only means that they need some more revision; according to him, had he said, “not that good”, that would have meant they are really bad.This new line of thought floors me. I want to argue more... being at the receiving end of a rejection is never a good feeling... but I stop myself. What’s the point?


late afternoon
the lime green of the meadow
stains the skyline

Monday, January 6, 2014

January mindful writing, day 6



The tiny green birds chastise the squirrel loud and long, probably for stealing eggs from their nests.The squirrel stares back defiantly. I peep through a gap in the curtains.


afternoon class -
the foreign tongue
I always wanted to learn




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Sunday, January 5, 2014

January mindful writing, day 5




A crescent moon low over the plastic chairs stacked on top of one another.A pineapple wedge still stuck on the rim of the empty glass.The walk back to the parked car is long and the path wobbles dangerously.








A small stone is a short piece of writing
 (prose or poetry)that precisely captures
 a fully-engaged moment
Satya Robyn


To find out more about about the January writing challenge, click here.http://www.writingourwayhome.com/day-1-january-mindful-writing-challenge-post-your-small-stone-here/

Saturday, January 4, 2014

January mindful writing, day 4



Opening the window a crack at dawn, the earth, fog-wrapped, still asleep. A chill breeze that finds its way in, scatters the sharp red scent of the apples on the corner stand. I slip back under the covers again.







A small stone is a short piece of writing
 (prose or poetry)that precisely captures
 a fully-engaged moment
Satya Robyn

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

January 2014 mindful writing , day 1




"A small stone is a short piece of writing (prose or poetry) that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment.
 
Satya Robyn






Every year I await January eagerly for this experience of mindful writing challenge to begin. And like every year, this year too, I am not sure if I'll be able to complete it.Yet here is my first unsure step, my first imperfect stone of the year.


New Year's dawn
yellow poui trees line
an empty street