To be sent to Notion Press

 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.

I want these stories to evolve in the reader's mind as he/she walks away taking with them the memories of moments they will have shared with these characters. Let them, in their happiness and sadness recall those shared experiences like the feel of sand slipping out of their fingers, slightly hurting, strangely soft. At such moments, let the ill-tempered man or woman who might be troubling them inside, calm down in the sudden realization of love. Life is an open beach to explore waves, the rains, the sunshine, storms and peace.

 Like a field of saffron the morning shines.

and everything falls in place when the sun smiles.

Mountains and hills,

rivers, deluge and storms

these are but the dreams seen.

in the nights of uneasy calm.

Something breaks

without a sound

But the heart,

this ever alert,

quick to pick the slightest note

of dissonance in the air,

is quick also to bounce back

when the change occurs.

Seeds and pollens,

saffron fields,

the colours of violet and mauve

swing, sway, and dance in the wind..

Sushama Karnik.

21 Feb.2022

Gabriel Pacheco, 1973 Surrealist Painter| tutt Art @pittura

 This wood, these tall streaks of trees,

not the place I intended to go.

This hour of dawn,

the flock of birds sweeping across,

this silent weeping in the air of leaves

force me to stop and change the course.

Far away from the chosen goal

I stand bewitched'

Arrested, I cannot turn around.

Places like dreams, unforeseen,

are found when half-awake,

or half in sleep.

Some truths are found

on a mistaken road.

They ask you to spare a moment,

take a look at the place, the signs.

Swept in the wind, the fleeting signs.

Halt, pick up and save them.

Searched, found once long ago,

and then lost without a trace.

Beware,; you have found them back by serendipity.

Do not let them go again.

Sushama Karnik. 13 Feb. 22

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 This wood, these tall streaks of trees,

not the place I intended to go.

This hour of dawn,

the flock of birds sweeping across,

this silent weeping in the air of leaves

force me to stop and change the course.

Far away from the chosen goal

I stand bewitched'

Arrested, I cannot turn around.

Places like dreams, unforeseen,

are found when half-awake,

or half in sleep.

Some truths are found

on a mistaken road.

They ask you to spare a moment,

take a look at the place, the signs.

Swept in the wind, the fleeting signs.

Halt, pick up and save them.

Searched, found once long ago,

and then lost without a trace.

Beware,; you have found them back by serendipity.

Do not let them go again.

Sushama Karnik. 13 Feb. 22