
wall-clock gifts the newly-weds repack and resell ©Kavya Janani. U If you love my haiku poems, please follow my haiku poetry account on Instagram: haikubykavyajanani You can read my other haiku
wall-clock gifts the newly-weds repack and resell ©Kavya Janani. U If you love my haiku poems, please follow my haiku poetry account on Instagram: haikubykavyajanani You can read my other haiku
buy new slippers a remainder gone stale ©Kavya Janani. U If you love my haiku poems, please follow my haiku poetry account on Instagram: haikubykavyajanani (I post non-traditional haiku here) You can
history a creased photo between pages ©Kavya Janani. U If you love my haiku poems, please follow my haiku poetry account on Instagram: haikubykavyajanani (I post non-traditional haiku here) You can read
bejeweled saree still clinging a silkworm ©Kavya Janani. U If you love my haiku poems, please follow my haiku poetry account on Instagram: haikubykavyajanani (I post non-traditional haiku here) You can read
clear skies a heavy downpour in my heart ©Kavya Janani. U If you love my haiku poems, please follow my haiku poetry account on Instagram: haikubykavyajanani (I post non-traditional haiku here) You
Tonight, the sky’s borrowed Our charcoal sticks. The moon plays hide-and-seek with the laguna yellow clouds. There’s only one five-pointed fairy. My daughter’s susurrations are carried by the zephyr, Like
Mad girl’s love song (after Sylvia Plath) I couldn’t love you without a constant dread. Oh, how I wish I had met you before! I think I made you up
Wife (after Ada Limón) Synonyms for this word — thick with duties and roles; strung together with overbearing responsibilities and the egotistical weight of incorrigible men. Can’t you see that this word
Abundant Blessings Control Derisive Emptiness Found Gripping Human Ideals; Jeweled Kindness Leaves Marks, Never Oscillating Positivity Quenches Ripe Sedentary Thirst, Utopian Verses Widen Youthful Xenodochial Zeal. ©Kavya Janani. U An
Loud peace (an erasure poem created from Sylvia Plath’s ‘Tulips’) Snowed-in white walls tend to me like a family I address my peacefulness it corresponds with a loud noise. ©Kavya