indianKUKAI

healing old navel
relatively easy
unenforceable

healing
broken stars
old friends

mountain of wishes
praying for health
for my second half

change of season—
the mint balm I apply
on mom's forehead

parched fields ...
raindrops gently close
the fissures

quarantine ward
the crow's caws
part of the cure

darkness ...
longing for the gentle touch
of a moonbeam

a drop of lavender oil
the end of her
insomnia

a paarijaat for every scar battered moon

one inch at a time
the hood slides down…
cool breeze caress

origami
a thousand embers
for healing

homesick
i return
to the sea

mantras constant
in his daily ritual
son’s recovery

summer grass...
nature taking back
a parking lot

chemo brain
they tell us it’s part of
the side effects

robin
easing my work
I rest my spade

Roald Dahl's peach -
my mango much much bigger
rolling in my dream

rumination ...
a silent prayer
in silence

Ice coated the field,
Her broken heart, sunlight rained,
Frost became flowers.

prior claim on my time a coiled snake

earth's wounds
Mother Nature still fight
for healing

to die
and so to grow . . .
Sādhanā

burn-out -
on my therapist's couch
I fall asleep

deep dream –
my aunt offers me a bowl
of rice gruel

healing room . . .
the calm sea waves
in my veins

drought, famine dry land
neighbour’s green, healthy wind
comfort and redeem

summer hill
sudden mountain breeze from
a stranger’s ocarina

tranquil fields
where once the bombs landed
white poppy flowers

pottery class
i embrace the broken
pieces of me

spiritual healing
blocking doors to mind
a real-life

forest bathing
a tree hugs me
back

magnolia in bloom -
forgetting to take
his heart pill

miscarriage
the touch of his lips
on my forehead

convalescence...
how long
Didn't I see the moon?

recording dad’s thoughts
before his death
his voice soothes

menopause...
sometimes healing
for a few

unpredictable
and unsound therapy too
healing touch process

bandages off!
thanking one by one
the colors

snowflake after snowflake
reconciled
with myself

new yoga club
my body movements as
a twenty-year-old

just as the earth looks
unbearable. . .
plum blossoms

hoping for healing-
a warm wind caresses
the surface of the sea

another spring
mom's bleeding heart blooming
without her

a smiley face
on her misty mirror
hair is growing back

clicking beads...
my five syllables mixed
with hospital beeps

dust to dust
I am
now home

quick fix
the laughing buddha
is whole again

the taste of chicken soup
the taste of life again-
Tonsillitis

stormy dawn
the sound of muezzin
still the same

dad's first
birth anniversary
drinking his special brew

high tide
the mangrove swamp
soothing my nerves

every teardrop
on my heart
HIS golden touch

recovery
in the hospital canteen
first coffee

stinging nettle memories soothed by your touch

surgical removal
she clings her hope
on to the nurse’s smile

old peepul
tender green branches
hide the cut limb

chicken soup for soul —
the baby kisses
my caesarean scar

last lullaby-
remembering amma's voice
from hospice bed

a butterfly resting
on her arthritic fingertip
a smile veils pain

moon halo
there was once
a better time

sea waves -
putting me back again
and again

lotus flower
my son falls asleep
on the scar

burying the pain
of the distant past
cascade of wisteria

after divorce -
offering love
my cat

dew
in the deep folds
of a rose

cracked pitcher
I turn to people
the healthy side

winter sunset
the coming spring’s
pansy garden

kintsugi—
the woman haiku-ing
in her diary

armistice
children gather plantain weed
for a hurt cherry tree

speechless
a white butterfly lingering
on my scraped knee

shrine adorned
with votive offerings
happy-end stories

shavasana
I lose my body
to find myself

thoughts enmesh ...
slipping into a trance
after raag malkauns

summer rain healing the child within

a new leaf
on a drying branch
' it's a baby girl '

in your name
I plant seeds
healing begins