THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 11th December 2025. Lakshmi Iyer - Guest Editor
- Kala Ramesh

- Dec 11, 2025
- 3 min read
editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh
Lorraine Haig has stepped down from being a mentor for this forum. Triveni Haikai India and The Haibun Gallery are grateful for her exceptional feedback and responses over the last few years.
Guest Editor: Lakshmi Iyer
Featured Poet: Teji Sethi
A Thursday Feature 11th December
Blame it on Amygdala
The smell of phenol floats in the morning fog. At the entrance, I slip my feet into oversized Bata chappals. There is an eerie silence inside. Most of them are dizzy under the spell of last night’s tranquillisers. I take rounds, filling their requisition forms. High Protein Diet - reads this one. I prescribe two eggs. As I sign the form, a warm, sweaty hand grabs my wrist. I feel the faint quiver of his hands. He looks into my eyes like a satiated toddler and yells, ‘thank you Teji Bachchan! You are my saviour’
the frostbites
of being alone
winter chill
I smile and walk towards the next bed. He is sitting on the bed upright, facing me. I know he loves to wear a stethoscope around his neck, enacting a doctor. At times he even goes on rounds checking each inmate, scribbling a prescription in the air. He snatches my writing board, looks at me and says, ‘you must never become a doctor, no you must not, never!!! Medical colleges make you insane and you will land up beside me! Do you want this?’ I nod in affirmation and sit near him. The head nurse gives me a stern look. I get up hesitantly. We aren’t allowed to mingle with patients of this ward; a thing I could never learn. I whisper to him, ‘eggs will make you sane, I am putting you on a HP diet’ He winks at me and bursts into laughter!
sepia tones
a child poses with
his tongue sticking out
By the end of the shift, these rounds generally wear you out. Today, surprisingly, I feel refreshed. I know I have made them feel special. All it took was a couple of eggs. I slip back into my regular shoes. The board reads – Psychiatry Ward.
visitors lounge
empty chairs await
a call
Teji Sethi, Bengaluru
Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English, 2022
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Week 2 :
Teji Sethi is a born poet, a bilingualist. She wraps her experiences in the emotions built around a truth, nothing but the whole truth. She is a versatile free verse poet and a haijin too. I like the way she plays around minutest scenes and crafts it very gently with her poise of calm quietude. One can easily discern the poet's attitude as one reads through the haibun.
You must have guessed the second prompt of this week; blend an emotion of your choice with layers of scenes as though it is a one-act play.
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Thank you so much, Lakshmi, for accepting to be the Guest Editor of The Haibun Gallery. Waiting for the weeks to unfold. Good choice of haibun this week. I love your prompt too.
You've always had that keen sense of being, and I'm waiting to see how you're going to take this month forward.
_kala
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The Blinder
I run a teashop located at a height of my town. I started this teashop just last week. In the last two years, I suffered from multiple chronic illnesses one after another, mainly the ulcers. They attacked me after I left my job two and half years ago to give full time to my writing. I realized how difficult it is to keep up hope for my life without good health. During this period, all I cared was if I will ever regain my normal health. With my own suffering from the illnesses, a relative and wife's advices, I started this teashop. Primarily, I decided to run it because it does not demand too much labor and…
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Post #1
14.12.25
Once upon a time
He stands at the first red light on my way to work. Dressed in a faded black kurta, a torn sweater, and loose, ill-fitting pyjamas, he makes for a sorry figure. All year round, he wears a wool cap. His hands frantically wave in the air as if he is managing the traffic. Off and on, he shouts “STOP” and then “GO.” People say he lost his only son in a bus accident years ago.
worn-out jacket
the winters we once shared
seep through the moth holes
Mona Bedi
India
Feedback appreciated:)
#2
Dandelions
Today I will blow so hard that my wish will surely come true. I find another puffball and wheeze so hard, the spores scatter back on me. There is a meadow full of white, stretching as far as my eye can see. I’m not the only one with this idea. A couple scoop a handful and begin to blow. The wind whips them away, far beyond the trees. I pick another and pucker my lips, what if, what if, this is the one.
fairy clocks
a time beyond
the blue burst sky
Joanna Ashwell
UK
Feedback welcome
#2
No more pieces on the chessboard
She knocks on my door. We hug as Mr. Eddie waits, purring. I don't ask how long she listened to the Haydn Sonata. It's not relevant. I hope she lay sobbing in her husband's arms when she got the news of her colleague's horrible death. Talking about mutual friends helps. But she needs to talk with me, someone who will simply listen. Although my eyes were less stoic than hers.
Today she sent me a picture of the morning moon before sunrise. It's a good omen for healing.
a new lullaby
for each wandering soul
the snow is deep
Alfred Booth
Lyon, France
(feedback welcome)