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The Demons I Still Haven't Slayed

Diwali lights . . .
exposing the demons
I still haven't slayed   / Sameer


inner darkness hidden
we light the façade   / max


dusky hands count
cartons of fairness cream
in the factory   / raamesh


the touch of cool lips
on my fevered brow   / anitha


once again
that unfamiliar
perfume on his shirt   / jayashree


this summer night
my dog sniffs for the moon   / raamesh


the lean shadow
cast by
a paper wasp's hive   / samar


fighting for queenship
of hexagonal cells   / raamesh


frosty starlight
drapes the bare branches
of an unknown tree   / samar


through the grassland
this kangaroo skips a beat   / jayashree


we were together
the last time
the kurinji* bloomed   / anitha


alive again
I enjoy the hum of bees   / shrikaanth


*the Kurinji blooms in profusion every twelve years

A junicho composed by the members of IN haiku on facebook, started on 3rd November and finished on 26th May 2014.

IN haiku was formed on 23rd February at the Haiku Utsav 2013 by a group of like-minded people to promote, enjoy and sink deeper into the beauty and intricacies of haiku and allied genres.

Contributors: 
Sameer Ramakrishna
Max Babi
Raamesh Gowri Raghavan
Anitha Varma
Jayashree Maniyil
Samar Ghose
Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy
Kala Ramesh - sabaki

(Published in A Hundred Gourds)
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