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Dreamlocked


Don’t let them split your spirit
Put a bolt across your smile
Lock out the light from your eyes
Make you a poster on their stile.

Break free, breathe , sing full throated
You alone , your keeper be
Stitch together piece by piece
The raiment of your destiny.

No, it will not come on a platter
Served with dignity
So what, there by your own chosen path
Is a banquet of berries.

Your smile is yours , your light is yours
Your warmth, your nurturing arms
You’re fragrantly rich, don’t you see ?
You don’t need no alms

Picture credits; Abru Manoj. He called it “Dreamlocked”

 
 

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My Dog..poem about lost dog by Emily Lewis


My Dog
by Emily Lewis
Have you seen a little dog,
Anywhere about?
A raggy dog, a shaggy dog
who is always looking out
for some fresh mischief
which he thinks he ought to do,
He’s very likely, at this minute,
biting someone’s shoe.

If you see that little dog,
his tail up in the air,
A whirly tail, a curly tail,
a dog who does not care
For any other dog he meets,
not even for himself,
Then hide your mats
and put your meat upon the shelf.

If you see that little dog,
barking at the cars,
A raggy dog, a shaggy dog,
with eyes like twinkling stars,
Just let me know
for though he’s bad as bad can be,
I wouldn’t change that dog
for all the treasures of the sea!

This is the poem , most of my seniors in school remember me by.

Many, many years later, a teacher from senior school, Ms. Bhagirathy, who was an aunt of one of our neighbours in Noida, came to stay with the nephew and his wife for a while. Walking past our house, she would look at me with a curious air , if she happened to spot me around.

I would exchange half a smile too, as she did look familiar.

The one day, she stopped in her tracks and said, “My dog?”

Let me tell you that this was some thirty years later.

I can just say that may be I had loved that imaginary dog very, very much and may be I had had a way of pouring my heart out , while reciting that poem 🙂 🙂

That poem had also got me my first ever trophy.

My father was very happy at my achievement and wanted to frame the moment. So, back from school, even before I had changed into my normal clothes , we set out to the “Vaman Studio” , which was where the entire town landed up for getting photos clicked and then framed for posterity.

My younger brother threw a tantrum , saying he wanted to come along and jumped into the auto , just as he was , in the midst of his barefooted running around.

Not just that, he insisted that he get into the vision of the camera lens.

To strike a balanced pose, the studio owner took out a rose from the vase on his table and asked him to hold it in his hand.

So now we have this photo in my album , to fish out when the family is in the rewind mode 🙂

 
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Posted by on February 24, 2020 in childhood, Personal, Poetry

 

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We didn’t start the fire


Don’t look so scared my dear friend
Yes I know the forest is on fire
I’ve flown above the burning trees
The flames are reaching higher and higher
Whole families have died or have fled
Your kind and mine and many others
Where its dry it’s flaming orange with no respite
In the surrounding green , the smoke smothers.

But I know that if you go along this way
As fast as your agile legs can run
You can get to the place where its safe
But rest not till the day is done.
There , when you reach the river’s edge
You’ll find others in the cool glades
The crowd is surging in that verdant space
There is togetherness and the comfort of shades.

Here, where they’ve planted strange new trees
That are fast to grow , with money to make
It’s as likely to burn up furious and fast
Leaving a parched land in its wake.
In yonder part of this forest, where I’ll guide you with care
This land is as it always was
With trees and creepers, weeds and flowers
Cool and fragrant and with dew on the grass.

So come along, let’s waste no time
Let’s hurry before the fire gets here
With its lashing, devouring , fiery tongue
And looming presence, stoking fear.
We’ll dance together in that circle of love
You’ll scamper around and I’ll spread my wings
We’ll all stay together and find our space
Listening to the breeze as through the trees

Picture credit: Dr. Vivek Banerjee , my Facebook friend

 
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Posted by on February 18, 2020 in Community, Love, Photography, Poetry

 

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A new day


The sun filters in
Through the open door
There’s brightness now
Where it was dark before.

The eaves grow warm
Under the palm thatch
The courtyard beckons
From its sunlit patch.

 
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Posted by on February 13, 2020 in Poetry

 

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Take us home


We don’t know why we’re here
Far away from our hearth and home
All we know now is gnawing fear
And an abiding gloom

We don’t know why wars are waged
Or why landmines lie in the grass
We don’t know of barricades or borders
Or the punishment for trespass

We don’t know why we were snatched away
From loving arms and hearts
We’re too young to gauge the wisdom
Of shattering a “whole” into parts

Our limbs are too little, our sobs too soft
Will you hear us above the din?
Will you take us back to the warmth we know
Forgiving us our sins

Of hoping to grow in a better world
Where love builds cosy nests
And the songs of Spring echo all around
After seasons of unrest.

 
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Posted by on June 20, 2018 in Community, Poetry

 

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Living and letting go


 

dewdrops

Let our lives  dance lightly on the edges of Time
Like dew on the tip of a leaf..”
Reflecting the light of love and joy
Through it’s passage brief.

Let no thoughts dull the radiance
Nor yearn to keep clinging on
Let go with grace when the time comes
And the circle will be done.

 

 

 
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Posted by on December 14, 2016 in Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

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I am and I’m not .


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(Photograph taken by my friend Arun Azhakesan)

 

I  can, if I want to , capture the setting sun

And  make it sit in my glass of water

I can if I want to  give the skies a run

And  then make it sleep  inside my decanter.

 

I can , if I want to, hold the world in my arms

And sing to it a soothing  lullaby

I can, if I want to , set the sun and skies free

I can be the deep ocean and the limitless sky

 

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The stream of love


All we need is a spark of imagination
That’ll fan into a raging flame
That devours the devils of hate
Who struggle intently our hearts to maim .

All we need to soothe our souls will be
The remembrance of a shared melody
To reclaim that timeless song of love
From the surrounding cacophony.

All we need are some sprightly showers
Of bubbling smiles and outstretched hands
That awaken springs deep down below
And make gurgling streams in the desert sands

http://palestine.trendolizer.com/2016/10/sbs-news-thousands-of-israeli-and-palestinian-women-have-spent.html

 
 

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Dream Spirits-Native American Music


 

 

Listen to the rustling  breeze

Sweep across the plains

The sound of hooves in the tall grass

Of swishing tails and flowing manes

 

Listen to the long lost songs

Of   waiting earth and bounteous  skies

And to the  heartbeats  that mingled

In smiles and tears and sighs.

 
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Posted by on June 16, 2016 in Music, Poetry

 

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Unravelled yarn


I sat  unravelling a mass of wool

As tangled as my identity.

One strand at a time, from the vicious loop

Towards a  possible harmony.

 

I am my country,

My colour , my creed

I am my gender,

My language, my breed

I am  wha t ” I” think

I ‘m what “You” see in me

A  prisoner enchained,

A  spirit that’s free.

 

I am my bones, my muscles, my cells

I am my genes ,  my chemistry

I ‘m  my  own compass to chart my seas

I’m  nothing but my destiny.

 

I am joy, I ‘m  sorrow

I am guilt, I am greed

I am what they taught me

I am what I read

I ‘m my past unfolding

I’m the seed, I’m the tree.

I am limitations

I am possibility.

I am the expanse of the  limitless sky

I’m  the mystery of the abyss  deep

I am the songs that I scribble and sing.

I am the secrets that I keep.

 

I am a poem, I’m a prayer

I’m a circle, I’m a square

I’m an island, I’m a stream

I am buried, I am bare.

I’m the cycle that repeats

I am life, I am death

I’m the silence that enfolds

My heartbeat and my breath.

 

I ‘m the bird in flight and I am  the worm

I am   the mountain and the meadow green

I ‘m the lashing  storm and the gentle breeze

I’m the seraphic being and the monster mean.

 

I am peace, I’m perfection

I’m the truth in  illusion

I’m the music in you

That sings in me.

I  dwell  in beauty

I’m Om and Ameen

I am the saint and the sinner

I’m the dawn serene.

 

 

I am and I’m not, I’m awake in my  dream

I am awareness and  eternal   bliss

I am what I am,  I’m not what I seem.

I am the kisser as well as the kiss.

 

I  am  in the conch shell

And the rosary beads

I am that  ocean

To which all rivers lead

I am questions at rest

I am below , I am above

I am the answer I seek

I am joy, I am love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2015 in Poetry, Uncategorized

 

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