Wednesday, March 6, 2024

 Running train, a window seat, a wooden bench,

In search of truth my eyes wander
looking outside
at the passing trees.
Bidding good bye to every tree, not to miss a single tree
as each tree carries a dream. For a lifetime
I haven't been on a train,
a train with a window seat,
a ravishing wind ruffles wild
my heart, my hair, sweeping past the land's monuments.
Dreams come and settle before I sleep.
The only desire I cradle
is to sleep a prolonged dream.
Sushama Karnik.
!5 January 2024.
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Françoise Dhulesia
A visual poetry in these lines where motion and stillness echo one another in a fine balance of sensations, with the train like beating the rhythm and inviting to dream.
A beautiful reverie, an homage to a certain form of solitude,
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Sushama Karnik
Françoise Dhulesia Your words bring to my mind what you wrote a little while ago on the solitude of Parisians ln the cafetarias. That was an insider's view of the solitude of the people in the cafe, alone, yet connected. Though this poem is a reverie there is an urge to connect with herself. The Parisians in the cafe are also trying to connect with themselves at many levels, through news through books, through just takin in the randomly heard conversation at the next table.
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Françoise Dhulesia
Sushama Karnik You would be a perfect Parisian, from what you write in the last sentence!🤗
Yes, to be there, and not there at the same time, to overhear what is being said at the table next to me! To read and to like to be interrupted every now and then… by the sight of some stranger, to photograph and also pretend I am not photographing anyone, to share an atmosphere with no one I know around, and then... to leave the place, unnoticed... until the next time!
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