Thursday, December 31, 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

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

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

 Photo album: Арт

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

Thursday, December 24, 2020

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

Thanks for the image and inspiration @Night passage Night passage

Sunday, December 20, 2020

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