THE CORAL

THE CORAL
This coral in my palm
lived thousands of leagues under \
and thousands of aeons before,
in the depth of time and the sea.
Washed by the waves and hidden by the dark
of the ocean's infinite moods,
it simply lay in the silent waters,
always dreaming of the sky.
The sky never knew what the ocean held
in its deepest womb, the seed of life not touched by the sun.
And sometimes the rays must have filtered down
and must have felt the coral's skin.
These are the ancient memories
the coral has saved
of a hand that reached and felt it live
and breathe the strangest word
that the sunbeam spoke and the ocean heard

Perversity

Perversity

I wander into your neglected garden often,
and you may not ever know.
I do it for the sheer perversity ,
of being a treacherous moon
spying on your secrets,
savouring the spice of your acrid humor
when you think I am not listening.
Your raucous laughter, suppressed laughter,
your laughter which hides nothing and reveals nothing.
You hide your treasures so meticulously
behind random thoughts which you may not ever use,
storing them away like a miser, and then I envy you , even hate you.
I want to appropriate all of your garden,
but what will I do to those indelible marks people have left
on the empty benches and the soiled walls
with those strange inks that can't be erased?
Your garden treasures them all.

Calculator : Machine In My Life : Fifth Day of the Image Challenge

Calculator
I don't know how I would fare in the world without your rapid action which would take me hours of struggle with the horrid numbers.
Thanks +Ms. Bella Dawn F.  for inviting me to join. It was a pleasure

Escalators : Fourth day of the image challenge :Machine In My Life

Escalators
Many a secret I have shared with you,
Escalator, my inevitable, awesome friend of the postmodern world,
my embarrassment, my hidden fears of scaling heights
without the trusted friend before you came on the scene and drove him out,
my trusted friend with whom I played in childhood : the staircase of the olden days.

Machine In My Life : A Wall Clock : Third day of the Image Challenge

A Wall Clock
An inevitable stranger I have to admit in my life,
the clock, driven to the wall, resting in retreat, trying not to intrude,
it ticks away silently.
Machine, you have never helped me despite your friendly aloofness,
except reminding me that you are there to warn, if not help.


Image credit Kostas Michalis

Machine in My Life :Wheel

 This is the second day of the image challenge : 'Machine In My life
Wheel
 the the most primary
and the most "taken for granted" machine.
Only one thing defies and challenges its might:
the stairs.
You cannot ride on the stairs with your bike.
You have to rely on your legs when it comes to scaling the stairs.

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Image Credit Kostas Michalis
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Deux Ex Machina : The Human

In response to the challenge of five day theme :Machine in my life : The first: Light 

Image Credit Kostas Michalis

SOUL-SEARCHING

SOUL_SEARCHING
On a sunny mid-day
a crossing of the road,
from this end to that end, a relentless crossing,
the end not reached yet;
a zebra crossing,
the rules of the traffic,
given, not created by a human caprice,
I, crossing the road,
a body clutching the soul,
tightly, lovingly, like a woman clutching the child.
Why ask the question,
"Do I have a soul?"
So long as the body, so long the soul.

Sushama Karnik

Anna del Valle Martí originally shared to Wandering Thoughts:

“Do you have a soul? This question, which may be philosophical, theological, or simply misguided in nature, has a particular relevance for our time. In the wake of psychiatric medicines, aerobics, and media zapping, does the soul still exist?”

“Dualisms have prevailed since antiquity, some thought to consist of complementary dynamics of flux and others of troublesome contradictions. Despite scientific efforts that have attempted to reduce it to soma, the psyche, which we have failed to locate (is it in the heart? the humors? the brain?), has remained an implacable enigma. As a structure of meaning, the psyche represents the bond between the speaking being and the other, a bond that endows it with a therapeutic and moral value. Furthermore, by rendering us responsible to our bodies, the psyche shields us from biological fatalism and constitutes us as speaking entities.”

Julia Kristeva. Les Nouvelles Maladies de l'âme (New Maladies of the Soul), 1993

Image: Steps by Aleksander Rodchenko, 1930.

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What You Seek

What You Seek...

The mountains are not a place in time.
In my mind and heart, in my sleep,
the spring erupts,
flows in streams.
The plateau takes in all my being,
the subtle perfume spreads in my lungs,
flows through the channel
and upward swings
until it reaches the crown and quietens the eye
calms the fevered brow.
Nothing is lost that was ever found;
nothing is found that was never sought;
all that was sought is forever there.
Someone who was always known,
was heard to speak,
"The diamond necklace you feverishly seek
is hanging around your neck."

WHO IS SINGING

Who is singing the song in the wind?
Never mind!
A weathered hat,
tattered shoes,
the instrument resting
in the lap of love;
there is no music-hall,
no walls to resound with applause,
just a wired fence behind
and the pavement of cobbled stone.
Take the song or leave it behind;
do not stop; the singer is past the need for a penny.

Sushama Karnik

Tanya Dimitrova originally shared:

Image by  Milan Lakic