hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
poet of the month: Madhuri Pillai
ninety
a toast in hand
she asks
how did I get here
the surprise in her voice
(Ripples in the Sand - TSA Member's Anthology 2016)
telemovie...
switching it off
I take in the sun
to shake off
the sadness
(Ripples in the Sand - TSA Members's Anthology 2016)
some memories fade
some hold out...
when your eyes fell
on my ring finger
the question in your eyes
(Dance Into The World - TSA 20th Anniversary Anthology)
Madhuri Pillai bio:
Madhuri Pillai was born in India, but she has lived in Australia for a major portion of her life.
She is an English (Hons.) graduate and a journalist by profession.
Reading and writing have always been her passion, and she is also an animal activist.
Madhuri lives in Melbourne with her family which includes Rosie, her fur baby.
Prompt for this week: Each of these tanka has a story — only partly revealed to the reader. The part that is veiled stokes the interest and imagination of the reader. What is the sadness that overcomes the narrator, one asks? Is it to do with the story of the telemovie or did the movie trigger some sad memory?
In just five lines the first tanka brilliantly creates a pithy portrait of a ninety-year-old woman.
We invite you to attempt one such succinct portrait. Or, write about a memory that refuses to ‘fade’.
Give this idea some thought and share your tanka and tanka-prose with us here. Keep your senses open, observe things that happen around you and write.You can post tanka and tanka-prose outside this theme too.
PLEASE NOTE:
1. Post only one poem at a time.
2. Only two tanka and two tanka-prose per poet per prompt.
Tanka art of course if you want to.
3. Share your best-polished pieces.
4. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written. Let it
simmer for a while.
5. Post your final edited version on top of your original verse.
6. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.
We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished tanka and tanka-prose (within 300 words) to be considered for inclusion in haikuKATHA monthly magazine.

digging for diamonds
is the colour of mud this deep from bloodshed ... I give away my earrings
Kala Ramesh #1 Feedback welcome.
#1
never a sky
without clouds drifting by
my endless thoughts
speech bubbles
in a strip
barbara olmtak
The Netherlands
Feedback most welcome
March 18th, 2025
#2
17-Mar-2025
Feedback welcome
Paper-thin
The smell of stale roti and rain-soaked cardboard seeps through his coat. His hands, stained with yesterday’s ink, tremble. His eyes blur in the light.
bright blue sky
and the green tree
leaning into high noon—
the world, a watercolour
painted on canvas
#2---17Mar25
again that dream of our first blind date
I was smitten
while you were aloof. . .
how the tables turned with time
---Billie Dee, New Mexico, USA
(feedback welcome)
#1, 17/3/25
we drive home in silence,
a rumbling sky for company;
my eyes catch
a single drop of rain
slide down the windshield
Baisali Chatterjee Dutt, India
Feedback always welcome