wading through
leaves. . . with each step
the thoughts
desert sands ...
I enter the whole
of nothingness
a wave curl swathed in moonlight the chiselled girl's face
forest tent ...
a firefly switches on
my smile
my fear ...
the darkness
between stars
modern art in squares in and out of endless squares
_kala says "searching" is the one word that seems to say everything about her. She went through the
path of Indian Classical Music, first instrumental then vocal, from South
Indian Classical crossed over to North Indian Classical music, performed
in various cities in India. Then plunged into Yoga, Hindu Philosophy and
Vipassana—and this accidentally led her to haiku in 2005, and since then it
has been haiku, senryu, tanka, haibun and renku that she breathes.
_kala says "searching" is the one word that seems to say everything about her. She went through the
path of Indian Classical Music, first instrumental then vocal, from South
Indian Classical crossed over to North Indian Classical music, performed
in various cities in India. Then plunged into Yoga, Hindu Philosophy and
Vipassana—and this accidentally led her to haiku in 2005, and since then it
has been haiku, senryu, tanka, haibun and renku that she breathes.