Kala Ramesh is a performing vocalist in Indian Classical music. Coming from an extremely artistic and culturally rich South Indian family, Kala believes -- as her father is fond of saying -- that "the soil has to be fertile for the plant to bloom" and feels that she owes this poetic streak in her to her mother. A proud mother of two young adults, Kala lives with her husband in Pune, India.
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“i thought a haiku was three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. how does this fall into that category?”
Actually, natural rhyme in a haiku is fine Josh.
In Japan, haiku were written as 5/7/5 syllable sounds, or onji, and this is equal to about 10-11 English syllables, here, in the West.
The best part of tinywords haiku is that Dylan has created a platform for a healthy exchange of views.
Yes, Duane , thanks for commenting about colours. Colours have an effect on human psyche and I read recently that the colour pink calms the mind. That is the reason that little girls wear pink more the article said!
– kala ramesh.
calliope, clio, erato, euterpe, melpomene, polyhymnia, terpsichore, thalia, & urania
one and all may have abandoned you, in heart there’s one that will eternally remain
amazing, your response kala. i, too, was thinking of your butterfly in a resting position, with slow pulsating wings; as though it was trying to generate more heat. most need a body temperature over 86 degrees in order to achieve flight…
———————–
chill in the air
her orange seems so brilliant
these days
kala, i’m enjoying each dawn, making the most of my time, while trying not to look too far into the past.
i trust all is well with you and family.
after hearing dft’s news in january, i was fearful many had moved on.
alas, i continue the journey i am well suited for, alone.
—
heady mango blossoms
wavering through the air
i, too, see the orange butterfly
—
my respond to this haiku continues, have you been monitoring your initial orange butterfly haiku posted in 2005…
a lone butterfly
waves in orange
against the setting sun
i am leaving for Chennai- [ my home town] tomorrow and will be back on 14th march , so till then bye.
if you do get time …. please visit this site http://vcbf.ca/
good morning kala,
things are going great this sunny spring morning; and yet, most mornings are sunny and bright in southern florida.
i’m getting over a bout with the flu. yes, we’re still susceptible to colds and the flu.
—-
orange butterly comes to rest
on blossoming cherry tree bough
“half-open kadamba flowers at water’s edge, festively tinted light ash-green,
share the woods with deer gorging on
champak blossoms, trampled under foot.
the soil drenched by you exhales a fragrance
for the snuffling deer, who mark your path.”
—
white champak blossoms
turns orange
at dawn
her heady fragrance
kala, life continues at such a hectic pace.
i was lost in thought the other day, and there was the orange butterfly hastily flittering by.
i’ve begun to think, lady orange unseen is akin to a day without sunshine.
–
sunshine
caressing my face–
please wait, lady orange!!!
pale flutter
by the edge of sight
butterfly
open hand–
a butterfly
finds rest
boy and girl watches
butterfly kisses
the flower
kala,
another fine haiku.
mississippi sunset…
ripple by ripple
the river changes color
i thought a haiku was three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. how does this fall into that category?
Read the web site: especially the page that explains haiku
“i thought a haiku was three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. how does this fall into that category?”
Actually, natural rhyme in a haiku is fine Josh.
In Japan, haiku were written as 5/7/5 syllable sounds, or onji, and this is equal to about 10-11 English syllables, here, in the West.
Haiku is also a genre.
Gene
PS: enjoyed your poem Kala
on the beach in south carolina. just beautiful.
wish ya’ll was here. be home soon.
duane
red bikini
i lose sight
of the ocean
kala, thanks for bringing to mind the impact
of color
The best part of tinywords haiku is that Dylan has created a platform for a healthy exchange of views.
Yes, Duane , thanks for commenting about colours. Colours have an effect on human psyche and I read recently that the colour pink calms the mind. That is the reason that little girls wear pink more the article said!
– kala ramesh.
Newark airport
white moths on the tarmac
traffic slows –
in time to see
a small patch of marigold
After the woman
have changed the lipstick
the butterfly flew up
these cold nights–
before my eyes
dance the orange butterfly, in flight
wintry winds –
dance of her orange wings
is music to me
– kala
over the chill night air
silence hover–
the orange butterfly’s song
hi bob,
sorry about the dots-
otherwise my swing gets
blown away!
spring breeze ~
. . . . . s
. . . .w – w
. . . i – – – i
. . n – – – – -n
. g – – – – – – g s
the orange butterfly along!
kala, i must remember your technique.
asleep in the field–
that spring breeze
gainst my cheek
orange butterfly wings
a zip for you!
she touches . . and colors
. . . my imagination . . my very heart
my soul
head bowed in reminiscence
the fragrance, surely she’s near
poetry in flight . . the orange butterfly
. . . flits, flutters and . . flaunts
orange butterfly
borne on the breeze~
her whispered words
ever nearer
orange on orange
i see her words
in growing silence
daydreaming
clouds in flight–
orange butterfly, gainst piebald sky
hi Bob,
the muse has deserted me ….
my orange butterfly too!
-kala
calliope, clio, erato, euterpe, melpomene, polyhymnia, terpsichore, thalia, & urania
one and all may have abandoned you, in heart there’s one that will eternally remain
by what name
orange butterfly, one and the same
well Bob-
sounds good … what language is that?
you are a romantist at heart- that’s for sure.
skipping happily . . .
kids spot that orange
against the piebald sky
a romantist, it seems i’ve been eternally called.
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in winter–
field of orange
in flight
hi bob!
writing from hongkong!
ups and downs
greens and trees of winter-
my butterfly missing
– kala
brilliant sunrise
one thousand and one orange butterflies–
might one be yours
eyes await
those 1001 butterflies
. . . winter sun yet to arrive!
wintry sunrise–
solitary orange butterfly
sets the woods on fire
wild winter rose —
orange petal falls apart
mine is in flight!
orange petal
falls from the dying vine–
and spreads it’s wings
owl’s eye
in the butterfly’s wing
winks as she flies
‘gainst my cheek
this hue of reddish-yellow
light as the brush’s bristles
thats a beauty, bob –
eye to eye
a maze of deep orange
had van gogh’s sunflowers been here?
i must thank you, kala; you first brought this delicate piece of winged-art to mind.
——————
etched cross my mind
in winter
her flight~
from flower to sunflower
sunflower to sunflower
flitting across the wave
her orange wings
embers fade
come dawn–
unfurled orange butterfly wings
afternoon heat
resting on the orchid silently
butterfly opens and closes
amazing, your response kala. i, too, was thinking of your butterfly in a resting position, with slow pulsating wings; as though it was trying to generate more heat. most need a body temperature over 86 degrees in order to achieve flight…
———————–
chill in the air
her orange seems so brilliant
these days
thanks bob!i feel good.
its funny . . . i now remember all my school days with the butterflies!
memories – what a store house, indeed.
she comes to school
a butterfly pinned
to her uniform . . ouch
live butterfly release
memories–
her orange wedding dress
happy christmas and a great new-year – bob.
orange butterfly
her sheer black eyes herald
the coming of spring
“hark! the herald angels sing”-
orange butterfly
my winter delight
—————–
happy holidays
merry Christmas and a happy new year
kala, to you and your family
and to all those
this site has provide me knowledge of…
eternal peace
eternally
just me
powdery orange –
her colour on the flower
she visits
dawn comes
later than usual
lady orange
morning glare –
the orange butterfly arrives
and my gaze shifts
orange butterfly
leaving the dew drenched sunflower…
my skyward gaze
i watch your eyes
follow the orange butterfly
what patterns
and of my mind–
silent orange wings
on the cool morning breeze
silent steps
on my morning path–
fluttering orange butterfly
spring, looms near
this jagged line
down the scarred pine
orange butterfly in flight
Hi Bob…
how are you?
it was such a plasant surprise getting this response!
hovering over
fresh mango blossoms
the orange butterfly!
-kala
kala, i’m enjoying each dawn, making the most of my time, while trying not to look too far into the past.
i trust all is well with you and family.
after hearing dft’s news in january, i was fearful many had moved on.
alas, i continue the journey i am well suited for, alone.
—
heady mango blossoms
wavering through the air
i, too, see the orange butterfly
—
my respond to this haiku continues, have you been monitoring your initial orange butterfly haiku posted in 2005…
Bob,
good to hear from you!
a lone butterfly
waves in orange
against the setting sun
i am leaving for Chennai- [ my home town] tomorrow and will be back on 14th march , so till then bye.
if you do get time …. please visit this site
http://vcbf.ca/
i couldn’t believe my eyes!!
warmly,
kala
coming to rest
cross the charred field of pines-
orange butterfly
butterflies
everywhere my eyes follow
the orange one!
kala
this spring
golden green…
on fluttering orange wings
this butterfly
spring dawn
comes early…
this orange butterfly
on my window sill
slipping through
young tender green leaves
this butterfly on orange wings
Nice one Bob!
How are you doing?
– kala
good morning kala,
things are going great this sunny spring morning; and yet, most mornings are sunny and bright in southern florida.
i’m getting over a bout with the flu. yes, we’re still susceptible to colds and the flu.
—-
orange butterly comes to rest
on blossoming cherry tree bough
—
cross field of green
a sprinkling
of snowflakes
coolness ‘gainst my brow–
rising before dawn
this breeze
from beneath orange wings
Hi Bob,
TW is on it’s wings and you must be extremely happy?
cloudburst–
the orange butterfly
in the balcony!
kala, there was this feeling of desolation, but i took the opportunity to visualize it as inspiration, while addressing haiku(s) past.
kala, it’s strange where one can find happiness, where one least expect it; your orange butterfly immediately comes to mind.
—
from darkness, my eyes
turn towards the sunrise…
find the orange butterfly
Hi Bob,
You do flatter me.
Thanks. . .
alone on the steps
weighing autumn blues
orange butterfly!
-kala
sunrise trail
blooms single daffodil–
and yet, this orange one takes flight
kala,
your words, exemplifying nature,
reminded me of what’s important.
i thank you
orange butterfly:
she enhances the whiteness
of the champak blossoms
Purva-Megh
Verse 21
“half-open kadamba flowers at water’s edge, festively tinted light ash-green,
share the woods with deer gorging on
champak blossoms, trampled under foot.
the soil drenched by you exhales a fragrance
for the snuffling deer, who mark your path.”
—
white champak blossoms
turns orange
at dawn
her heady fragrance
Much impressed!
You quote Indian texts and all!
orange everywhere
shades of orange . . .
still this butterfly stands!
kala
slow pulsating beats
my heart this spring day–
lady orange within reach
Good one – bob!
I had nothing to match it – so been silent~
-kala
kala,
your honesty more than makes up for it; and there-in represents the orange butterfly’s flight…
dawn, more news
and one commercial
on purple flower…
orange alights
Hi Bob,
How are you?
sundown
beyond the blossoms:
a butterfly takes flight
-kala
kala,
tonight, i return from a brief sabbatical
—
this spring sunset, butterfly
spiralling down–
leaf in autumn colour
Hi Bob,
How are you?
I’ve been reading your other responses – they are good.
warmly,
kala
kala,
i appreciate the assurance.
—
silver bottle cap
over the path–
orange atop the blight
dozens of butterflies
this spring morning, eyes hunger
for my orange one
– kala
spring
somewheres…
orange wings flutter
coming of spring
with it’s load of memories
my orange butterfly!
Hi Bob,
How are you doing?
I’ve been enjoying reading your poetic responses!
warmly,
kala
kala, life continues at such a hectic pace.
i was lost in thought the other day, and there was the orange butterfly hastily flittering by.
i’ve begun to think, lady orange unseen is akin to a day without sunshine.
–
sunshine
caressing my face–
please wait, lady orange!!!
ah! graceful wings
I peer into her orangeness
she opens still further
only silence
from my lady orange–
though i’ve spoken often
–
orange butterfly simply
waves hello and–
goodbye