Kala Ramesh


Kala Ramesh


Kala Ramesh has pursued her Bachelor of Arts from Chennai with a combination of History, Political Science and English Literature.

Kala has long had a fascination for Indian classical music and is an exponent of both Carnatic and Hindustani Classical Music styles. She was fortunate to undergo vigorous training from leading musicians. She has worked extensively on Pandit Kumar Gandharava’s compositions and Nirguni bhajans along with the paramparic bandishes of the Gwalior Gharana, under the guidance of Vidushi Smt Shubhada Chirmulay, Pune.

Kala has made a concerted effort to understand the ‘spirit’ behind Kumarji’s gayaki – incorporating the vigour and the vitality, which is so inherent in his style of singing and she has performed in major cities in India.

A recently turned haiku poet in 2005, Kala has won three prestigious awards – The Heroin’s Nest Award (Spring ’06) and Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival - Haiku Invitational 2006, Top 30 Haiku and placed 5th in the 4th Annual Poets' Choice Kukai Results in the free format entry. Her work consisting of haiku, tanka, senryu & haibun has appeared in leading e-zines and anthologies.

She comes from an extremely artistic and culturally rich South Indian family and believes -- as her father is fond of saying -- that "the soil needs to be fertile for the plant to bloom" and feels that she owes this poetic streak in her to her mother. A proud mother of two young adults, Kala lives with her husband, a finance professional, in Pune, India.


. Performance of Kala Ramesh and her troupe
at Prithvi Theatre, February 2006 .


Anu-naad (Resonance)
March 5, 2005

Read more of her poetry here:


step after step
nature tells
her story

Kondane Caves by Kala Ramesh, India.
Published in simplyhaiku winter 2005


compare and contrast
October 2006

India is known for its famed RASA theory. Roughly translated - you could say Rasa is emotion

The Nava Rasa so to speak - has been extensively spoken about in the Bharata Shastra. In music we use only 4 or 5 of these rasas - the nine rasas are more prevalent in dance and drama

From Rasa comes the word Rasika [connoisseur] one who enjoys a rasa.
To understand any art form we need to develop that keen sense of Rasa. How does one develop it?
By critically evaluating art

Every time I write - I know deep within me, that all that I write are not good. And after a few days when I read my poems again - I enjoy a few . . .
Constant comparing and contrasting the poems within your own creation is one sure way of developing this critical appreciation?

I’ve heard many people say that their compositions are like their kids, to them - each is precious - each is good

How can that be?
That means we are allowing our ego to dominate our work?
If even for a moment if one could distance themselves from their work - and look at it objectively, critically, one would know that all poems are not of the same quality? It cannot be!

If one develops this keen awareness - one improves in bounds and leaps and there is no stopping them.

Self critical analysis is the key note then- which begins with comparing and contrasting.
I've been associated with Indian arts for years now - and this is what my teachers have told me for years. . . and they can't be wrong?

Comparing two musicians is odious but comparing my raga delineation today with what i sang a week back is critical appreciation.


... Creation and Silences ...

At India Nest Com, September 29, 2005


And what is spirituality in music?

Perfection is like a horizon, the closer you go towards it, the further it moves away.

Read the full article here:


A moot point

Out of sheer nothing
the musician
begins her sculpture.

Read the whole poem here:


Haiku and Indian Music

Read more of her haiku about this subject here at Simply Haiku


Shobha Gurtu
a tribute by Kala Ramesh



dripping mist
pulls the sky
into the valley

Bottle Rockets –fall 05

spring breeze-
I catch the tune
she leaves behind

Heron’s Nest Award – Summer – 06

forest walk-
a spider's shadow
climbs the tree

Asahi Shimbun - 05

winter loneliness:
the sofa she vacates
holds her shape

Bottle Rockets – fall 06

our home
locked for a year . . .
spring breeze

Asahi Shambun - 06

summer thunder
stepping out with bare feet
my soul

Asahi Shinbun- Sep 06
Says Editor, David McMurray at the International Herald Tribune/Asahi Shimbun- Tokyo -
Indian poet Kala Ramesh also tries deductive reasoning in the next poem about baring one's soul. An intended pun can be found in the similar sounding word, sole


winter rain
colder than ever
this bowl of rice

Tempslibres - Oct 06

the smile
lost in her wrinkles—
deep autumn

heron’s nest – fall 06

temple gate-
the breeze gets in faster
than the devotees

tinywords – 30 Aug 06

day breaks
the stars abandon
the moon

clouds peak – summer 06

the year passes
weaker than my heart
my knees

Mainichi Daily News– Dec 06

herbal massage-
I inhale the warm breath
she exhales

Frogpond - winter 07 issue

a resonant call
from a sparrow’s tiny lung

basant – spring in India , is also an Indian raga[ melody]
Simply Haiku -05

the moving hand
holds high in music
the perfect sur

sur- means pitch
Simply haiku - 05

haunting melodies linger
in mind’s abyss

Simply haiku -05

leaves glimmer--
dripping in malhaar tans
the raga

malhar – a monsoon raga
raga- an Indian melody
taans - fast passages sung to tabla

Simply Haiku -05

deep in raga
a sudden applause
startles the singer

India Saijiki -06

dance recital:
long plaited hair in step
with her hips

Haiku Harvest - 06

temple gate--
a blind beggar's pail fills
with blossoms

5th in the 4th Annual Poets' Choice Kukai Results
in the free format entry


the butterfly
touches me
with her orange color

tinywords -05

mango blossoms
here there everywhere
childhood memories

tinywords -06

autumn wind -- coming downhill the sound of glass bangles

Illustration by Dr. Angelee Deodhar
Mainichi Daily News- Oct 06

slipping in
beneath the kitchen door--
first sunlight

Clouds peak -06

cyclonic rains:
the branches take the cobweb
for a swing

Simply Haiku - 05

autumn dusk—
the hill gradually slopes
toward city din

Heron’s Nest –Spring 06

the year passes
weaker than my heart
my knees

Mainichi Daily News–Dec 06

the lantern?
a strong wind
parts her hair

Asahi Shimbun – Dec 06

autumn morning
passengers in the train
behind their newspapers

Heron’s Nest – December - 06

autumn lyrics
Father talks gently of life
beyond death

Tinywords – Nov, 06

new year’s eve-
all that I could have left
unsaid . . .




And so, an hour passes . . .

dead body . . .
only the shadows of leaves
dance on her face

My wife died - thirteen days back. To be single again-it's a strange feeling that after sixty-six years of togetherness, I am all alone.

Like the River Cauvery that swells in the monsoons then becomes so thin that it seems almost like a drawn line, my family was huge once when my five children were small - kids take wing and slowly my wife and I grew accustomed to being by ourselves.

My son and my daughter-in-law insist that I will feel miserable in London. I keep telling them that I am ready to go with them. My daughter-in-law says "But papa, you have your temple, your friends here. What will you do there? It's a foreign country papa, try to understand."

How can I tell her that I am scared of staying alone? Won't my grandchildren laugh at me?

sultry morning
the chameleon changes
its colours

First published in Simply Haiku - Autumn 2005, vol 3 no 3


she smiles--
as the baby turns
in her womb

The first two being daughters, my parents had only the names of boys ready-I was born a third girl. Some suggested that I be named Savitri-then the next would be a boy, they said. My aunt suggested Lavanya Latha-to add to the confusion. Dr. Raman [my father's college mate] who attended to my delivery, was invited for the naming ceremony-the name not yet chosen.

the bee . . .
buzzing in and out
unaware of me

She came and suggested that I be named Kala, the day being Saraswathi Pooja, the 9th day of Navarathri-a nine-day festival celebrated throughout India. Now, I have all three names-from no name to too many?

a sparrow:
on the ledge answers
to my whistle

Anamika - in Sanskrit means "one without a name".
Hindus believe that boys alone carry the lineage ahead, as girls get married into another family-so a male child becomes imperative
Kala meaning "art" in Sanskrit, is another name for Goddess Saraswathi who is worshipped as the Goddess of Learning.The ninth day of Navarathi is celebrated as the day of Saraswathi Pooja.

First published in Contemporary Haibun online - Fall Issue 2005, vol 1 no 3


owl's eyes
on the moth-
winks as she flies

A class of 63 pre-nursery toddlers, all present-each child with pet names like Bubblu, Twinkle, Kitta, Chinnu, Sweety and so on. . . I get a stiff back bending down to read their school names pinned on to their shirts-names which they themselves are not aware of . . .
Is there no better way?

just divorced-
my new sense
of obscurity

First published in Frogpond --- winter issue Feb 06


London morning dew -
fumes through my nostrils and mouth
like an Eastern dragon !

Artwork by Angelee Deodhar


Haiku Blossoms in Indian Music and Dance

on my lighted lamp—
autumn hues

An auspicious occasion in India generally begins with lighting the traditional bronze lamp with wicks on all five sides. The prayer song, invoking the blessings of Lord Ganesha, the remover of obstacles or Goddess Saraswati, the mother of all arts and learning, sets the mood for a grand opening.

Read it all HERE
Simply Haiku, August 2007


Three Haibun

Muse India Poetry Contest 2008
Certificate of Merit

Kala Ramesh – Renku 'Uncrumpled Wings'


morning raga
a honey bee attempts
to waken the bud

Read more :
source : www.museindia.com

raga kalyaan
a pumpkin gourd
yields the autumn lyric


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