THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 18th December 2025. Lakshmi Iyer - Guest Editor
- Kala Ramesh

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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: Shobhana Kumar
A Thursday Feature 18th December
Fairy Tales
Appa likes to smoke the house every evening. It is an elaborate ritual he revels in and we can’t decide which is better: watching his eyes light up as he engages in it or the heavenly fragrance that envelops every corner.
bougainvillea
all the secrets between
neighbours
He first takes out a piece of charcoal and hovers it around the lamp. For the next minute or so, he gently blows at it, watching the bright orange slowly embrace layer after layer. ‘How many millennia are tucked into this piece of black.’ His eyes twinkle and sadden almost immediately when he sees our complete apathy to this epiphany.
When he eases the powdered sambrani into the charcoal, he closes his eyes for several moments, inhaling the divinity of it all. ‘And look at us, burning all this to get into heaven.’
turntable night
the record always slips
at my favourite line
‘Why do it at all, Pa,’ we ask, annoyed at his cynicism.
‘Because you need something to remind you of home. And also, how much there is to do before you hang up your boots.’
last sunset
all the memories
now in an urn
Shobhana Kumar, Coimbatore
CHO, April 2016, vol 12, no 1
Week 3 :
Shobhana Kumar is a versatile haibuneer. The taste and texture of her haibun are a masterstroke, drawing us back to our roots and connecting within ourselves what we sometimes forget or forego. Kindly read ‘A Sky full of Bucket List’ by Shobhana and indulge in that essence of contentment. Shobhana says, ‘We sometimes abandon real life stories for want of a better ending.'
Have you?
If yes, kindly share your story here and leave a note of hope and promise!
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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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NOTICE
Dear Haibuneers
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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1-20 March, to be considered for publication in May
1-20 June, to be considered for publication in August
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The Haibun Gallery continues as is.
We will be having editors and prompts, and your sharing…

Back to Basics
A grey grey sky. Around him a field of vision that shines like a halo. A tiny pebble. A feather. A sphere of seeds concealed in the grasses.
the child's excuse
for lateness at school
miracles
The silence of change
the roundness
of English oak leaves
steeping tea
Les Roses, part of the poetry in French by Rainer Maria Rilke, offers a quiet moment of reflection. In the garden, the climbing vines have been trimmed, cedar chips laid to further protect the fragile rhododendrons replanted two years ago. Falling leaves filling the mulch pile is a neverending passe-temps. An early sunset paints the Alps in a masterpiece comparable to Monet. Disappearing so quietly.
the autumn cling
of a few pale green leaves
a withering
Alfred Booth
Lyon, France
(feedback welcome)
#1
Solo Trip
My son shakes me awake at 2 am. Nita, a classmate, has been found swinging from the fan.
“This is what happens if you think you don’t have a choice.”
holding my breath
at the cliff’s edge
a buckling teeters
Mohua Maulik, India
Feedback appreciated.
A stunning haibun that will stay with me for a long time. Thank you for sharing.
The importance of being connected to our roots and to ourselves is so beautifully conveyed in this stunning piece of poetry by Shobana Kumar. Thanks for sharing the same, Lakshmi.