Sunshine , Storm, and Peace

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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

The Sea when quiet, dreams of the corals

 

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The sea, when quiet, dreams of the corals, lying in the timeless deeps.

The sea whenlue, dreams of solitary days and starry nights on the shores,

The sea holds fast the bn, to the memories of a girl, swinging once,

clutching the ropes with all her strength, fearful hopes, tremulous joy.

She, a creature of the land, went back to her home, and the swing is still suspended on the tree. It swings when it hears the deep bass

of the sea dreaming of the corals,

lying in the timeless deeps.

Sushama Karnik

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 हुई शाम जैसे धुआं छह रहा है।

उमड़ते है बादल; सलओनासा सूरज

छुपा जा रहा है

बादलों की ओट मे

कि घबरा रहा है।

बदली का आंचल,

इक अपनासा कंबल,

रात की लोरी सुनता है सूरज।

Sushama Karnik.

Image: Credit to Arif Sayed

 Constellations and stars.

I once saw a woman watching from afar.

They were swimming in a dark sea together;

further away, a crow, in a meditative stance.

The sky, a distant miracle of God.

Being watched by both, with sagacity and passion.

Image: Credit to Purnima Dabholkar

Tej दोपहर, और fisalti dhoop गिरती है।

Dhoop chhaonke dhagonse buna

ek jheenasa purdah aapke chehrepar saja hai

और aap  khadi hai us गोदी में जहां नावें खड़ी हैं

लंगर डाल, और aur havavye aapki julfonoko

betahashha bikher rahi hain. 

Asambadhha rekhaonse ban raha hai chitra 

toofanme ghire huye dagmagati navonka.

Aapka चेहरा, jo व्याकुल hai

आपकी आंखें पथ को nihar rahi hain. 

 आपने jise मांगा है उसके संकेत के लिए,

पहले प्यार के पागलपन से।

मैं aapko kuchh oonchaise  देख रहा हूँ,

jahanse mujhe door tak dikhayi de raha hai

Tumhari salmatiki chinta मेरे दिलko kured  रही है

सोच रहा था कि आप कब तक निगरानी रखते हुए khadi rahegi

उसके लिए जो आ भी सकता है और नहीं भी।

साहसka ek kadam  उठाओ; 

Seekho, Ya toh चलना, तैरना या उड़ना.

इससे पहले कि  zamana aye, और तुम्हारे पंख काट डाले।

 High noon, and shadows fall.

Your face wears a laced veil.

And you at the dock where boats stand

anchored and swaying recklessly.

Tall masts drawn like doodles

and the wind blowing your hair helplessly'.

Your face distraught,

your eyes scanning the path

for the sign of the one you sought

with the madness of the first love.

I am watching you from my vantage ground,

solicitude gnawing at my heart

wondering how long you will stand keeping a watch

for one who may or may not come.

Pick up courage; walk, swim or fly 

before they come and clip your wings.

Sushama Karnik (c)

 An avocado ripe and green

easily cut into halves,

ready to yield 

to the precision cut of the knife

was mounted on the top of the board.

Its pulpy juicy, tangy taste

was going to enhance my salad and soup.

The summer was torrid and hot,

and this avocado was rare for that season.

It was nearing the 

end of October

and the feel of summer was lingering still.

The sight of the avocado, voluptuous

rich with the colors of earth,

radiating energy and the green of the soil,

suddenly filled my darkness of the corner

with vibration which ran along hands and body.

the canvas floated before my eyes

and the avocado turned into an object of delight.

Oh the miracles, the moments  unexpected,

how they turn the mundane kitchen into a heaven