Last night I told the moon about you (after Shivani Manohar) I told her that my poetry would cease to exist if I cut off all contact with you /
This velvety night tucks me in. These walls tell me stories Of warm music and soft people. How will I not sleep to that voice? These walls tell me stories
the dream share began a service so enticing the lab burst with joy ©Kavya Janani. U If you love my haiku poems, please follow my haiku poetry account on Instagram: haikubykavyajanani (I
gentle sea waves rise and fall of her teensy breaths ©Kavya Janani. U If you love my haiku poems, please follow my haiku poetry account on Instagram: haikubykavyajanani You can read
crossing seven seas splaying five hundred mountains I delivered her ©Kavya Janani. U If you love my haiku poems, please follow my haiku poetry account on Instagram: haikubykavyajanani (I post non-traditional haiku
marriage vows bound in red thread misogyny abound ©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
That first year (after Karen McMillan) That first year The year of oatmeal and loads of garlic. No. More. Street. Food. The year of burp cloths, Wet wipes, branded diapers,
I met my almost in a decrepit classroom that embodied the raw sweat of twenty passionate people. My almost was an abode of quietude, his face moonstruck, as I did
Status update (after Rebecca Lindenberg) Kavya Janani is irritated again. She imagines strangling the next customer who extends a passbook at her. Kavya Janani is brooding over her existence again.
“I wrote this for you. I wrote the book for you.” There. These two sentences would have been easily said by a character in a movie, but did you know