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THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 14th August 2025. Padma Priya - Guest Poet

host: Rupa Anand

mentor: Lorraine Haig editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh

Guest Poet: Padma Priya

A Thursday Feature

14th August 2025 -


THE HAIBUN GALLERY  August 2025 Padma Priya


The Pull


As I get older, my first preference is for the sea. I admire mountains from a distance but know I can no longer climb them. Growing up in Chennai, we went to the beach every Thursday, Father's day off from his clinic. The memories draw me back.


Frothy waves rise on the horizon. Seagulls dot the evening sky. Vendors call out “manga, thenga, pattani, sundal” as they walk about, hawking roasted peanuts and green mangoes cut into thin oblong pieces sprinkled generously with salt and chilli powder. Wishing you a good day, the vendor scoops these mouthwatering delicacies onto a square of newspaper and hands them to you.


twilight hues

the raga

of crashing waves


This reminds me of life—desires that arise one after another. Even the calmness of each wild wave as it returns to the sea.


Kala Ramesh

haikuKATHA, Issue 38, December 2024



Prompt

The above haiku written by Kala Ramesh has lyrical beauty, with a lot of detailing going into the narration. The detailing makes the evening spent by the narrator at the beach come alive to the reader. 


Beneath this simple and realistic picture, Kala weaves deep philosophical thought into the haibun. The initial playfulness in the first two paragraphs moves into deeper waters with the haiku thereafter. The link and shift technique to the haiku is perfect. The ten-syllable haiku is deep, poetic and very simple in language, and the analogy of 'crashing waves' makes one think of human life and the conflicts within it. However, she calls it a 'raga' as if to remind one to sing along with life, accepting the ups and downs, retaining the playfulness that is presented in the first two paragraphs. The closing lines confirm what the haiku says: one must go with the flow of life so that quietude follows. A beautiful haibun all together, which is short and nice.


Prompt One: Write a haibun about something simple in life and juxtapose it with the larger picture of life.

Prompt Two: Try to go for detailing in your haibun. 


Haibun outside the prompt is welcome.  


I eagerly anticipate your haibun. 

Haibun outside the prompt is welcome too.  Thank you. Padma Priya

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Thank you a lot Padma, for providing us with prompts for August 2025.

Thanks a million for taking 'The Pull' and I love your interpretation of the haibun.


_kala


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Starting from March 2025, we at haikuKATHA are moving on to a new submissions format for haibun submissions. (Only for haibun, please note!)


Writers are invited to submit one unpublished haibun per submission window.


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mona bedi
mona bedi
Aug 20

Post #1

20.8.25


Gembun


she thought that the divorce shall be a release


under the skin his itchy existence


Mona Bedi

India


Feedback appreciated:)

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Mohua
Mohua
Aug 18

#2


Revised again (With many thanks to Rupa)


Bound

 

The heavily veiled bride enters her new home where she is welcomed with conch shells and the ceremony of tipping over the pot of rice. Feet dipped in red, she takes her first steps inside, while her mother-in-law touches honey to her lips and ears so that she may speak and hear only sweet words.

 

Days slip by and so does the veil. The edge of her sari is now mostly tucked around her waist as she learns how to cook in their style. She gets a job, and seeks permission to wear salwar-kameez. The long streak of vermillion on her hair becomes shorter and shorter until it is…


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No issues Mohua. I get to learn too and put my editing skills to good use.

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Mohua
Mohua
Aug 16

#1


Going Round and Round

 

Just the other day, we put away the quilts and now all of a sudden, the fan is on top speed. I shift uneasily on my favorite couch as it is more suitably placed for the hot fan than the ceiling fan. Taking my knitting, I switch to the sofa in the drawing room, right under the fan. I drag the low cane chair and  slip it under my feet. I begin to feel at home.

 

I slip in the ear pods and soak up the mysteries of an ancient world. My back begins to ache. I put down my knitting and turn to my laptop. After lunch, I stretch out and dip…


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Mohua
Mohua
Aug 18
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Thanks so very much Joanna.

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Mohua
Mohua
Aug 16

A lovely haibun and analysis. Thank you for sharing Padma.

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Thank you, Mohua.

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Haibun 2 - 15/08/25

Revised title: from Scissor Snap to Over the Top


Over the Top


It’s monsoon season and trim time. I start with the backyard banyan that tends to outgrow itself so fast. Ladders adjusted, the gardener climbs high to snip the protruding limbs into a concise format. The ground piles up with broken branches.


the things we cut for things to grow morning rush


Taking a step back, we address the unruly Rangoon creeper that has decided to roam wild, strangulating the magnolia. Then comes the turn of the crimson bougainvillaea.

The floor heap increases in height, a faint drizzle begins and the oozing sap from banyan stems sticks to my hand and thorny bougainvillaea hurt my…


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mona bedi
mona bedi
Aug 20
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Interesting prose . Just one thing… could the first and second monoku be in a three line format?


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