Haibun from India

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Haibun from India

Haibun (Japanese: 俳文 haikai writings)
is a literary composition that combines prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and includes, but is not limited to, the following forms of prose: autobiography, biography, diary, essay, historiography, prose poem, short story and travel literature.

A haibun may record a scene, or a special moment, in a highly descriptive and objective manner or may occupy a wholly fictional or dream-like space. The accompanying haiku may have a direct or subtle relationship with the prose and encompass or hint at the gist of what is recorded in the prose sections.

Typically, a haibun writer takes care not to state matters directly[citation needed], but rather to paint a sketch, to employ allusions and metaphor, and to craft his writing with purposeful ambiguity[citation needed] in order to allow readers full use of their imaginations and participation in the written experience. Present tense, brevity in prose, objective detachment and implication are common characteristics of modern haibun in English but no characteristic is an inviolable rule.
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Rajiv Lather
Climb to the Churdhar Peak
Machaan
The Wait
haryana-online.com


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Kala Ramesh
An Autumn Note
The Sailing Boat
World Haiku Review, Volume 6, Issue 4, October 2008

SUMMER SNOW, 2006

An Hour Passes

More Haibun by Kala Ramesh


The Third Note

I was twelve years old when I first heard the musician, affectionately called Flute Maali, play. The concert hall was packed, the silence complete, as we waited for that first note.

a firefly trails
the stillness
of mountain treetops

It was a known fact that he often came onto the dais drunk. The flask from which he took frequent sips was rumoured to be whiskey. Sometimes, he would arrive hours late, and after the long wait, it would be announced that the musician had actually arrived and would be on stage in a few moments.

At times, if the quality of the first note was not to his liking, his face would droop with disappointment and the audience would respond with a soft moan.
Today, his bamboo flute perfectly touches the third note on the scale, the majestic Gandhar. Emotions leap in the silence after the note, as the musician gently coaxes the beauty of the raga into our very being.

the sunflower faces the sun rises

Notes From the Gean Vol. 2, Issue 2 - September 2010


- Shared by Kala Ramesh -
Joys of Japan, August 2012



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Yolanda Sangphugpha - India - Haibun


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The glossiness of the three dark green statues of soldiers is tempered by dust. They stand by the roadside frozen in clumsy attitudes of military action. The bayonet of the one in lowered-head charge is broken at the tip. In patient anonymity, the statues watch the traffic flowing past.

A langur is sitting on the helmet of the middle statue, eating a banana. Two more langurs on the ground seem to be considering whether to occupy the other statues. An old man in flip-flops produces another banana from his shoulder bag, and one of the langurs gets up on its hind legs to take it.

now sunny again –
a twittering breaks out
behind the barbed wire


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- Shared by Johannes Manjrekar -
Joys of Japan, Facebook, 2012




The music of the rain is unpredictable. Each time you think you can detect a rhythm in its plinking spattering bouncing trickling dripping descent to the ground, it changes speed and you realise you’ve been had again. But you still keep listening . . .

monsoon magic –
the rain falls
without sentiment　

Johannes Manjrekar
Haiku Culture Magazine, FB, August 2013


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At last at the far end of rainy season in the middle of bhadon month the plains are getting incessant rains . the drenched night now waking in pre -dawn cool breeze .. the silence all around. some houses and trees can be seen in the clad of dim city light. Even frog croaking is mysteriously missing . Only once a frog or two declared their presence . A single cicada singing in our backyard. No early bird sounds yet . In our garden a spiky leaf of an aloe vera with drifting raindrops is glistening .

late summer dawn -
the cry of a plover breaks
the rhythm of rain

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- Shared by Charan Gill -
Joys of Japan, Facebook 2012



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source : haibuntoday.blogspot.jp - 2010


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