Moon is a red dot churning passion.

The life sways with the trees.

Out of the quiescent lake comes the devil.

A world that takes on a different shine.

The person and the phases of life

mingle and sink

to the bottom of the lake.

Comes a dry, waterless abyss.

The devil demands the soul

in barter for life.

The torchbearer hides the torch.

I open my eyes.

Terror and awe,

Take on a different shine.

A strangeness, an alienation,

yet something compelling

In the wild desire.

The red moon

Is red but knows

On one such night

you have to follow the path

of the wind and the fire.

Sushama Sushama Karnik.

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The two women set out

To meet the sea

On a day when the noon is the time to seek

their own shadows fallen

in the shifting sands.

Turbulence is not the answer they need,

not what they like for the sea to be.

It's the sea they want

when the tide is low

and shallow is the flow

of the receding sea.

One is with a parasol to beat the sun;

the other with her head bare to the heat.

One, not ready for the torment of the wind,

the other is mindless of what the sea can do.

What are they seeking?

I do not know.

Will they find it?

I do not know;

two women set out to meet the sea.

Sushama Karnik

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 I will come with the wings of the bird

to add to the pink of hope

Like a ship from the depths of Atlantis...

I will bring the storm clouds

to release the sun then

in the absolute pink of your poem

miraculous

Sem

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Apink parasol came floating on

A pink parasol came floating on and landed soft and safe in the lap of the dawn when the sky was barely light and the sand of the beach still grey.