The Language of Myths

Monday 1 April 2024

There is a bridge hidden

where dense green shadows
during daylight play hide and seek,
and the trees whose mission it is to seek
wherever sunbeams freak out in the meadows, in the lakes,
and covetously hide the trace
of the sun's lingering face...
The shadows have taken this bridge under their leafy wings.
but the secret is betrayed by the rippling lake. there the reflection shines, invites,
come joyously, come fearlessly,
step on into the shadows.
There is safety as you walk across,
walk across the bridge.
Hidden truths cannot be hidden long,
else they become lies.

Tuesday 16 January 2024

Patrick Gilder There was an old woman in Bandra who used to walk with a bundle of firewood on her head and a twisted walking stick. The first time I noticed her was when my Dad was carrying me in his arms. I saw her for many years until I started teaching in a college Through all those years she looked as old as she could. She looked as if she could not grow older . I just could not guess the years she had lived in Bandra. This Manali woman reminds me of her. Time stands still as long as they are there and you somehow lose your fear of time.
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Sushama Karnik memories get triggered by words, actions and pictureS. Hold yours close to your heart

Friday 12 January 2024

There seen outside beyond the window pane

are the last few minutes of the night to go.

I still dream of the dark presence,

warm, intimate, blanketed in dreams,

the scattered neon lights around,

creating the illusion of a sky.

I recall your presence by me.

The intimate time

seems eternity,

all the more so

because I know,

this stillness and mystery

will wake up to the call of early bird, Until then,

I wallow in the warmth of the night.

When most of us will wait for the reassuring morning signs, you welcome the magic of the night, when ephemeral dreams and illusions become an eternal and comforting presence that you wish would last longer.

Beautiful!