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Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Like a freshly blown rose
A glimpse of you touched the morning sun.
And everything about you
turned into a mystery wearing an exquisite glove.

A finely crafted teacup held in the rosy fingers,
and the sunrays fell timorously
on your snow white apparel washed
as if by the rays of last night's moon.

You had turned your glance away,
lost in some casual but subtle tone.
All around you was an aura
of some exotic windpipe suddenly blown.

Who would ever want to break
the mystique of this silentl zone?

Sushama Karnik
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Wednesday, January 29, 2020

If you reveal your secrets to the wind,
you should not blame the wind
for revealing them to the trees.

Khalil Gibran

Landscapes and seascapes,
and finally the route
that leads to escapes;
winds and the shields,
the gossamer fields
are gently shaken to let flow
the secrets of dandelions blown in the summer wind.
And then the secrets are whispers no longer;
they are loudly proclaimed to the listening fields.
The secrets of flower are in the pollens
never to be held in the calyx.
They enter the thoughts
and turn into poetry and music,
and the dancing steps of the ballerina,
and the secret of all is the single thread;
there has to be an escape for the pollens and seeds.

SUSHAMA KARNIK (c) 29Jan. 2020

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Thursday, January 23, 2020

Sushama Karnik
Sep 10, 2017

Image: Muriel Streeter (1913-1995), The Chess Queens, 1944

On the shores of an island far from wars
chess was a game which defied the rules.
Far in the distance the citadels gleamed in white sunshine
like white elephants of peace.
The chessboard elephants rambled into the forests
and stood on the opposite shores, waiting for the signal
of peace.
The horses, black and white, forgot that they were of different breeds.
It was a playful dance when they stood upright on their hind legs,
neighing to each other in disbelief.
The camels have just been knocked off the board and are still not out of the daze.
When did this happen; how did this happen, and why?
Well, you might note that the white and the black kings both
are nowhere to be seen. The place which was an intense battlefield
fell silent when the kings were no longer there to propel the war.
Only the two champions remain, the white and the black Queens.
They came close and whispered something; it could be a secret word,
a password for opening an era of peace.

Sushama Karnik
Sep 10, 2017

Muriel Streeter (1913-1995), The Chess Queens, 1944

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