Haiku – Kala Ramesh Visuals – Bhavani Ramesh
running downhill I fall through the autumn sky
star counting we walk the spring moon up the hill path
morning raga… a honey bee attempts to waken the bud
dense fog... the train evaporates into a distant horn
mountain bridge I pass through the clouds
the pause he takes on his flute — spring rain
sepals around a bud the mountains guard a riversong
dripping mist pulls the sky into the valley
winter loneliness: the sofa she vacates holds her shape
waiting for a bengal tiger… I sense the power of silence
spring carnival: after much haggling, I win the laughing Buddha
the ocean in a raindrop inside my womb a heart
thunder coming downhill the sound of glass bangles
the wind howling horizon on a wave
harvesting grapes... the season slips through her fingers
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