Love this. Just land in Bombay. The land's End, Bandstand. That is Bandra , my friend. always there, never gone.
Thursday, 18 February 2021
Tuesday, 16 February 2021
Stars are born when the sun and the moon conspire ,
Do you wait for the night to fall and spread
over the canvas white and clean?.
Wait till the dark, till the lights glimmer
one by one, randomly.
I shall work feverishly, fervently.
Wait for the brush to slide and glide,
And catch the sight of your village,
its light reaching me
at my vantage point.
But the precious time
of the sun and the moon conspiring;
let stay a bit
longer with me
to feel the magic of the village coming into light
from the vantage point here
Saturday, 6 February 2021
The summer spreads on the asphalt roads
The summer spreads on the asphalt roads.
Life comes melting with inroads into the past.
the waterfalls of memories,
the vestige of thoughts....
A boat, a speck of a light....
The boat is tossed towards me.
A mirage, or a real thing?
The asphalt road runs endlessly.
No honking of horns behind my back now.
There is a strange solitude on the road.
The asphalt road sleeps.
Such cozy silence, it does not speak.
Like a long lost thing
the asphalt road brings into sight
the markers, the roadmaps, and their signs, I stop in the heat of the asphalt road
back in view. Now I scan them deep and long.
The asphalt road, I stop in the heat of the asphalt road.
I like its tortuous way ahead;
I like its tormenting shadowless path.
I like its onward flow.
Paper boats, fish caught in the mesh,
and released upon the thought of a melodious play
in the hands of the waves and the tides.
The asphalt road shines,
a soothing light despite the fire of the sun,
I studied Love in the autumn of life
on the asphalt road, you in the driver's seat
and I slumbered by, next to you in the navigator's seat.
It was as if the road moved on and the vehicle was still.
The asphalt road, now I can walk on it without shoes, feeling the dust and the wind.
There is peace in walking barefoot, on the asphalt road that beckons and shines.
The asphalt road ran into woods on a sudden whim.
I walk barefoot with a lantern swinging at the end of the stick
.Never knew that the night could be glorious still,
with the light of the fireflies swarming after me.
Life comes melting with inroads into the past.
the waterfalls of memories,
the vestige of thoughts....
A boat, a speck of a light....
The boat is tossed towards me.
A mirage, or a real thing?
The asphalt road runs endlessly.
No honking of horns behind my back now.
There is a strange solitude on the road.
The asphalt road sleeps.
Such cozy silence, it does not speak.
Like a long lost thing
the asphalt road brings into sight
the markers, the roadmaps, and their signs, I stop in the heat of the asphalt road
back in view. Now I scan them deep and long.
The asphalt road, I stop in the heat of the asphalt road.
I like its tortuous way ahead;
I like its tormenting shadowless path.
I like its onward flow.
Paper boats, fish caught in the mesh,
and released upon the thought of a melodious play
in the hands of the waves and the tides.
The asphalt road shines,
a soothing light despite the fire of the sun,
I studied Love in the autumn of life
on the asphalt road, you in the driver's seat
and I slumbered by, next to you in the navigator's seat.
It was as if the road moved on and the vehicle was still.
The asphalt road, now I can walk on it without shoes, feeling the dust and the wind.
There is peace in walking barefoot, on the asphalt road that beckons and shines.
The asphalt road ran into woods on a sudden whim.
I walk barefoot with a lantern swinging at the end of the stick
.Never knew that the night could be glorious still,
with the light of the fireflies swarming after me.
Sushama Karnik (c)
1 May, 2017
1 May, 2017
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