Way to Classical

 
There still lies the pleasure of searching old books in the street shops for poetry lovers. More than three decades ago, while walking down the street of Dehradun in a winter morning, I picked up some rare and prized collections: The Major Metaphysical Poets, The Major Romantic Poets, The Major Victorian Poets, published by Washington Square Press, New York.

Today the withered, brown-tinted pages continue to emit the fragrance of freshness, and the writings unfold the ardent lyrical musicality and idyllic significance. My passion lingers on for collecting the pearls from the ocean of verses. I turn aside over my chair:  my daughter renders me a moon-smile scrolling on the Kindle edition of Modern English!

 
early summer
the wildflowers
I pick up
strewn along  
seldom trekked walkway

Valley Voices, The Literary Review, Mississippi Valley State University, Vol. 21, No.1, Spring 2021 (Ed. John Jheng)

 

  

 

 

Anemone on Basho’s Narrow Road leading the way

Asahi Shimbun, 5^th March 2021 (Ed. David McMurray)

http://www.asahi.com/ajw/articles/14222246

 

Archive: Haiku by Pravat Kumar Padhy, Mann Library, Cornell University

Feb 28, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

early moonset

so much to speak before
she left smiling

 

Feb 27, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

wild flower–
I breathe my
loneliness

 

Feb 26, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

melting away my pain— garden dew

 

Feb 25, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

the zero-shadow moment I am with myself

 

Feb 24, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

cherry blossoms—
the scent bridging
the long river

 

Feb 23, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

moonlit shadow
the old dogs lick
each other

 

Feb 22, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

blue earth–
lone robot on
the moon

 

Feb 21, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

deep dark space
many cosmic townships
with their own light

 

Feb 20, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

early dawn–
millions of stars
in dark

 

Feb 19, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

moonrise the sky from the oncology wing

 

Feb 18, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

early evening
the bat moves
moonward

 

Feb 17, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

Dog is misspelled
the child discovered
the Great

 

Feb 16, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

composing haiga–
painting sunlight
with black ink

 

Feb 15, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

a piece of chalk in my pocket first day of retirement

 

 

Feb 14, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

Valentine’s Day—
between you and me
a thin moonlight

 

Feb 13, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

flock of sheep–
the moon guiding
the evening

 

Feb 12, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

morning breeze–
the remnant rain drops
holding on to leaves

 

Feb 11, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

cattle herd
the one who walks
differently

 

Feb 10, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

deep silence–
planets move around
without noise

 

Feb 9, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

red carpet–

the monks walk

barefoot

 

Feb 8, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

old palace–
the guide speaks on
behalf of the king

 

Feb 7, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

foreign land–
amongst all strangers
a known moon

 

Feb 6, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

coins our ancestors exchanged a great length of time

 

Feb 5, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

first rain
the paper boat carries
my childhood

 

Feb 4, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

tea garden–
the narrow lane
leading to the sky

 

Feb 3, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

winter morning
the scarecrow with
a snow-cap

 

Feb 2, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

desert journey—
camels follow shadow
after shadow

 

Feb 1, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

sunrise–
the morning enters
without a knock