Saturday, 17 September 2022

Haiku and Senryu by Geetha Ravichandran


 

abandoned nest….

tender shoots

celebrate first showers

 

rough seas

the beach cradles

a sullen fishing boat

 

fluid skies…

the sudden stillness

of a sunrise

 

octaves

nestle in a conch

on the washed up shore

 

soft moon

mother’s lullaby

fills nectar in the lotus

 

at the curio shop

a moonstone

reflects my joy

 

digital detox

I count the florets

of the laburnum

 

gibbous moon

vain talk

fills the darkness

 

Geetha Ravichandran is a bureaucrat who lives in Mumbai, India.  Over the last year her poems have been published in several online journals and anthologies . Her poems have also been included in the  Yearbook of Indian Poetry  2020 and 2021. Her first book of poems 'Arjavam' has been recently published by Red River.


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