Lynne Jambor, Author at The Haiku Foundation

Ustat Sethi

morning walk I hear the saffron of a blooming palaash —Ustat Sethi

Teji Sethi

poornima the fullness of my breast wears a scar —Teji Sethi

Sushama Kapur

rising heat— the heady smell of mint in chilled golgappe —Sushama Kapur

Suresh Babu

hyderabad biriyani I compliment the cook in chaste Urdu —Suresh Babu

Shreya Narang

Khadungla pass... taking away what was left of my breath —Shreya Narang

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

the night stung by countless coconut palms— Scorpio winds —Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

pumpkin tanpura the street monk's song about hollowness —Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

Shobhana Kumar

harvest song a cradle squirms under a mango tree —Shobhana Kumar

Rupa Anand

in tune the waters swell and surge raga megh malhar —Rupa Anand

Ravi Kiran

summer night— a creaky ceiling fan scrapes the silence —Ravi Kiran

Priya Narayanan

Diwali cleaning that itch to clear the cobwebs on the moon Priya Narayanan

Priti Aisola

sinking sun behind the amaltas... she lights an oil lamp —Priti Aisola

Pravat Kumar Padhy

Indian summer buffaloes step into a thin pond —Pravat Kumar Padhy

Neena Singh

rain bath shedding the dust a peacock’s cry —Neena Singh

Muskaan Ahuja

first monsoon the road home becomes a mountain stream —Muskaan Ahuja

Milan Rajkumar

ancient drum sounds the possessed Maibi utters a different dialect —Milan Rajkumar

Mallika Chari

sun-dried grains aunt’s backyard fills with chirps and chucks —Mallika Chari

Lynne Jambor

Ustat Sethi

Teji Sethi

Sushama Kapur

Suresh Babu

Shreya Narang

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

Shobhana Kumar

Rupa Anand

Ravi Kiran

Priya Narayanan

Priti Aisola

Pravat Kumar Padhy

Neena Singh

Muskaan Ahuja

Milan Rajkumar

Mallika Chari

Kavitha Sreeraj

Kala Ramesh

K Ramesh

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