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Angelee Deodhar


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Today  ~for Aryan

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Leisure Valley Haiku Sequence

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​​in the park
leaves swirl twirl around
to a shrike’s call
 
through the bamboos
in the cooling breeze
a hint of sun
 
a couple embraces
under the weeping willow
the colors of fall
 
one ant
comes to our picnic, then
ant  ant  ant  ant  ant


​​squirrels play
in the now dry stream
--the toddler’s laugh
 
still afternoon
the bamboo’s creak
so like my own
 
as we leave
tree shadows lengthen
into autumn

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Aachen Haiku Sequence...

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Four Haibun...

                                                        Refrain

                                                                                            right away
                                                                                            a second winter rainfall...
                                                                                            mountain home
                                                                                                              -Issa

The fire fills the room with a warm glow. In the distance, the outdoor wind chimes tinkle and I am reminded of other hurricane lamp lit nights, when, as a child I sat in bed, listening to the drumming on the tin overhangs of the verandah, the occasional flash of lightning, growl of thunder, crash of branches as they fell or the thump of snow. 

Now the wind is gentle, the chimes just tinkle softly…and through the night the rain taps out a hypnotic rhythm outside my window.

with a gentle whine
the dog begs to get
into my bed.................................................

                                                   Terminal Three


On my way to Gate 39 A, at Delhi’s domestic airport, I stop to peek into the Prayer Room. I have never seen a prayer room at an airport before. I do not know what to expect, perhaps a multi denominational niche or a mural with all the gods of the East and West depicted there.

There are two bare carpeted rooms, one for men and one for women. A sign instructs visitors to leave their shoes outside. Both rooms overlook the runway. No one is in either room . . . though I see a few cloth sling bags on the floor in the men’s prayer room.

I wonder how often these rooms are used and by whom . . . muslims at prayer five times a day, passengers fearful of flying, others going for some urgent work or to see someone who is ill?
 

I bow my head in silence and pray for my sister in law who just had surgery for her spine. As we board, the young lady next to me reveals that she has come from London to see her mother who is moribund with a cancer of the neck.



basil tea
one    by one    by one

the stars fade


..................................................Touch Wood

Coming to know that a friend’s brother has succumbed to cancer, I re-live my own loss, when the father of my son passed away three years ago with a secondary in the brain. I put on meditational music on my laptop and let the sound of ocean waves wash over me…distant gulls scream from another shore. Do those who leave us hear them?


art class--
a marble's path back
to kindergarten
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...............................................Selerang Barracks


The arid landscape, an endless plain of fractured hillocks and cracked river beds as the distant horizon hovers on uncertain light, the whopping thrum of rotors scissors the sky and suddenly in a dust cloud kicked up by the helicopters’ wash, all hell breaks loose . . . the speakers repeat the staccato gun fire from the four corners of our home theatre system.


Was it like this for my father, a prisoner of war of the Japanese in Malaya? But over there the jungles were lush with bungarus, mosquitoes and fever soaked dreams . . .


buying carpets
the aromatics of Kashmiri
saffron tea

Selected Haiku

summer rain-
the toddler's mouth opens
to taste it


monsoon-
a lone paper boat spins
into rain song


New Year’s Eve
fireworks lighten the sky--
fireflies, the ground


tattered cobwebs
filter the warbler's song
after last night’s hail


nail art--
the guitarist's fingers flash
autumnal colors


one drop of dew
on one blade of grass--
the world renewed
pre dawn stillness
red brown leaves 
in the birdbath


soundless evenings-
a  dwindling pool of frogs
this summer


the golden koi

nudge blossom rafts 
further downstream


pawn shop window--
a moth eaten Xmas tree
the star still bright


air-conditioned room--
listening to ocean sounds
on You Tube


Eid greetings--
the soaring silence of
an eagle's song
zen garden-
the clack of wooden clogs
on wet flagstones


bonfire sparks...

fill the camp with shadows
black against the night


balloons ignored
the toddler chases--
soap bubble rainbows


a raven’s cry--
sparse rain glints gold
in the afternoon


play school umbrella day
toddlers collect  mud
and laughter

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