The window shuttered away the world out of their view.

Space, the vast stretches of chaos, man-made devastations

were erased, and on this side of the window was only love.

Years of bliss and ecstasy came and passed away.

Smothered in the long days of intimacy, they needed now space to breathe, live their different lives.

Intimacy and space, collisions of identities,

and that brings the moment when the window opens

to the world that begins to question

the mystique of love.

But Chagall's canvas captures the shade of the infinity

in the dreaming eyes and the night, and the drifting moon.

Sushama Karnik

29 Aug. 2019

Thanks @tArt Lover and @Domiku Aldari for the image

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 THE TORCH BEARER

After the price was paid and the journey done,

somewhere along the line,

when all was deathly calm, the river still flowed,

and on her bank stood the torchbearer,

the ubiquitous, silent witness of history,

uninvolved, but sad,

pointing his finger at the signs and marks

of the ruinous passions and blind surrender to wrath.

There are times and spaces where history is enacted

and leaves an indelible mark,

and somewhere along the line,

the torchbearer pauses, grievous and sad.

 झिझकती आग का इंतज़ार,

तारों भरी रात की छाया में

मुझे पता है तुम वहाँ होगे,

खिड़कियाँ खुली हैं

टेंट हवा में हिल गए

सवाल, इंद्रधनुषी पत्थर

गीली रेत पर ढली नाव की तरह.

क्या हम फूल को समझा सकते हैं,

चंद्रमा ठीक पर्वतमाला के ऊपर है

यहाँ तुम जाओ, बिना कारण के गुलाब,

एक बोध, एक आसन्न साक्ष्य,

किनारे पर झिझकते कदम,

अंधेरे में रोशन होना,

सन्नाटे को तोड़ने वाले भाषण की प्रस्तावना,

इस दुनिया के बीच में लगने वाली पहली आग

लहरों और आसमान की गूँज जगा रही है।

नवीनीकरण के वादे की तरह

.Sushama Karnik.

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हाँ मैं वहाँ होऊंगा!!

 The black intensity

thickens as Time,

the teacher

writes.

Irredeemable is the Past,

the progenitor of the Good and the Evil.

Thinktanks, overawed by Time's fury,

and outlawed by the 'Powers that be',

have fallen silent.

The overwhelming need to give a thought

to what Time, the inscrutable teacher, has been writing,

is the prime need of our time.

 On a sudden a midnight of a purple blue

Stunned the white washed walls of the house,

Casting no shadow

The house emerged out of the dark,

Surreal, illusory, a visionary spark.

A stark contrast to the discerning eye

Between what the heart desires and the mind rejects.

The purple light pours in relentlessly.

Blurs the lines that mark the ravages of time and the ranting of the past.

The moonlight Sonata feels like rain

And when the moonlight rains

The season is in a rage.

Sushama Karnik.

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Field Mouse Cottage | Jay Nottingham

An original painting by Jay Nottingham with a textured foreground against a striking dark sky, completed by his signature cottage. Framed with a white slip

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