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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.

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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