Reflections float

like the year we left behind.

We take a break and call it a year,

though time flows.

On a misty dawn

we await a beginning

and call it a start to an era of the unknown.

The grey sky rains.

Images shine.

Something from the past

is still here.

The ripple behind

a sound of the rain.

We are chilled to the bones

not able to cast away the remnants

of the trials we went through,

the trail of the shadows

falling on the murky waters that refuse to flow.

Today, the morning sun is kind.

Let us watch together

the signs of the change;

the lessons we learnt

make the the colors of the future calm and mellow.

Sushama Karnik

31 December 2020

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Image: Kha TRUNG ✿ | Catherine La Rose ~ The Poet of Painting

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The End of December 2020

 Reflections float

like the year we left behind.
We take a break and call it a year,
though time flows.
On a misty dawn
we await a beginning
and call it a start to an era of the unknown.
The grey sky rains.
Images shine.
Something from the past
is still here.
The ripple behind
a sound of the rain.
We are chilled to the bones
not able to cast away the remnants
of the trials we went through,
the trail of the shadows
falling on the murky waters that refuse to flow.
Today, the morning sun is kind.
Let us watch together
the signs of the change;
the lessons we learnt
make the the colors of the future calm and mellow.

Sushama Karnik
31 December 2020

Thanks for the image @Milan Lakić

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Kha Trung was born in the West (Kien Giang) of Vietnam in 1980.

It's The Blue Of Picasso

 t's the blue of Picasso and the season of fall.

Some scanty leaves fallen and floating in the wind,
just enough sign to point to the turn of the mind
when the mind turns in sleep and wakes up
not to let the moment slip
before the guards of the seasons change.

Sushama Karnik 24 Dec. 2020

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Night passage Night passage

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5 days ago

The horse docile, waiting in snow

 The horses docile, waiting in snow,

the carriage ready, the journey slow,
a moment of silence and peace.
The road ahead is hidden in mist.
But the horses and the man in the driver's seat
know how to go in rain and wind and snow.
When everything is arrayed with the priorities right,
O traveler, take your seat, let go of worries, close your eyes,
sink in the morning light,
trust the horses,
and let your heart be merry and light.

Thanks for the image and inspiration @Night passage Night passage

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All the leaves that slumber

 All the leaves that slumber ,

both below and on the top of the tree
have known the crowning glory, and now know the peace
of lying low,in the warm and cosy shadow of the tree.
Mild sun passes over the swamp and the hil.

I put my hand out to catch the fleeting glow
falling over gardens strangely shaped
by a gardener who knew not how to trim
the rough edges of the wild growth.

All the memories we could never undo,
all the knots we could never untie,
I spot them lying low in the sunlit glow,
in a landscape full of trees and leaves.

November sets the seasons free
and lightens the burden for every tree.
The storms, the rains, the lightnings
the November is here to set us free

Sushama Karnik
13 Nov. 2020

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4 days ago

And all the lives we ever lived
and all the lives to be
are full of trees
and changing leaves...

• Virginia Woolf

The Morning Walks All Over The Forest...

 The morning walks all over the forest,

and the forest hums in the voice
of a choir raising the pitch
in a sonorous slow crescendo.
The light is falling on the whitewashed walls.
The waterfront is silent still.
Somewhere away is a boat being rowed.
The morning is waiting with a bated breath.

Sushama Karnik
06 Oct. 2020

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2 days ago

The Darkfield Here...

 The darkfield here and oh so near, 

slowly gathers the light.

From here to the farthest edge travels the eye

and halts at the edge where stands the solitary tree.

Life just begins at the touch of the sunbeams cutting a path .

An endless sunlight and the summer sky;

what better moment than this

to wake up and look for your wings?

Sushama Karnik
3 Oct. 2020.

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4 days ago

The time lingers

The time lingers
between the passing autumn and the coming snow.
Branches are busy shaking off the splendour
of the traces of spring and summer glow.
None will come and none will go.
Here a silence reigns.
The trees are listening, straining to hear
the reflection and shadow.
Soon sheets of ice, treacherous, thin,
will cover the landscape and stop the flow.
Winter and ice and a frozen stream
are dangerous beyond the wildest dream,
the dream of the sunshine lost

Sushama Karnik
20 September 2020

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Paper Boats In Rain

Pages torn off the books of fairy tales,
of bridges built over waters,
of brides and bridegrooms,
and marriages hasty but ending happily ever after,
were what the paper boats made of.
And clouds drawn out of the doodles
with blades, carved over the school desktops,
seasons of rains and snowflake trailed behind.
So many were the trials and and so many endings happy and sad.
The paper boats went off sailing in rain
with the tales of the souls
who unfazed by the broken paths sought the waterways.

Sushama Karnik
4 Sept. 2020

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4 days ago

Sometimes the night...

Sometimes the night
transforms the sea.
A damsel , mysterious,
the soul of the oceans and the sea.
yearns to meet the land.
A paper boat child, she sits
on the shore with a gift
for the human mind
with a longing and a message
that she too is sometimes sad
and loves to come to find the land.

Sushama Karnik
1Sept. 2020

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3 days ago

The rain that comes...

The reflections and frost,
the rain that comes and brings the things
that lure you most and with the rain
hitting hard on the pavement beyond the window pane,
we know how the soul yearns with every grain
for the thought of the things we love;
the things that run further away.
The secret of the rain is revealed
when you are caught between watching the rain
and not forgetting those things
which you must attend,
lest they get cold like the tea you left and forgot on the window sill.

Sushama karnik

Courtesy and thanks for the image @Night passage Night passage

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4 days ago

Sunshine, Flower, and Pages

The sunshine flooding over the face of a flower
is like words gushing forth in a frenzy
on the pages the writer has crafted,
and when the sunshine, flowers and the pages
come and jostle for space in your mind
how would they leave a space for a smile?

Sushama Karnik

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The Sunshine , Storms, and Peace

The feel of the sand, crisp and warm, 

 slipping out of your fingers, 

 slightly hurting, strangely soft, 

the sea watching you like a gallant lover, 

 from a distance, prudently, 

like an ill-tempered man calmed down

 in the sudden realisation of love, 

 all this and more, awaits in life, 

an open beach to explore 

 waves, the rains, the sunshine, storms and peace. 

 Sushama Karnik 21 july 2020, 08.44 am

I'll Come Back Soon To Read

I'll come back soon to read,
and when I do,
I want to feel
the warmth of the book,
and feel the freshness of flowers
in the pages that go dry in summer and damp in rains.
I want the sunlight fall in and the candle be left to burn
in the early hours of morn.

Sushama Karnik

Thanks for the image : @fawzi hejazi

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10 days ago

Glow of Hope by Suresh Haldankar. The Model: His Daughter

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Moments Come

The unexpected and hidden, come camouflaged in the colors, 

stealthily, gently, in steps of the shadows 

when you thought the sunlight would vanish forever. 

The moments come like a chick just breaking out of eggs. 

Watch them and hold your breath; 

do not touch lest they break.

Sushama Karnik 07.38 14 June 2020 

Image credit @Milan@Milan Lakić Thank you Milan

В.Палачев. Желтые и пушистые

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Psychoanalysis

The brainmap is not the same for all.
Diversity, and curiosity.
I can neither see nor prove to you my mind exists.
And so we need an analyst who knows better than me
how my mind works,
and all this while I lie on the couch
and wonder what it is that the doctor sees.
My mind plays hide and seek,
and at every move my mind makes,
the chessboard plays topsy turvy,
sending the chessmen tumbling down
before the doctor understands the rules of the game.

Sushama Karnik

Tighe O'Donoghue Ross Dear Sushama...WOW...much as I have appreciated all of your efforts...this one leaps to the fore...

How powerfully relevant, how purposely personal...how incredibly revealing of the process...truly a masterpiece Dear Sushama...I am gobsmacked!!!

Image credit: Tighe Donoghue Ross