Comments on my poem on Kalyani

 Françoise Dhulesia

The vision was that of a dream, this perfect moment when the world opens up and the mind is in unision with nature.

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Sushama Karnik

Françoise Dhulesia It was based on my visit to Aqsa beach , a few miles away from our house. I visited the beach with my son's wife and my three grandchildren on a morning.

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Françoise Dhulesia

Sushama Karnik How wonderful!

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Sushama Karnik

Françoise Dhulesia

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Mahee Dharan

Wov....life itself is a dream ....how can we revise yesterdays....each moment lives in memories....sweet sometimes sad ....all are memories...dream itself is a memory....I can see you now in my memory....that's also a dream ....the essence of a dream is a vision....now I can realise the seed hides in your poetry jee...it germinates in my dream ....love you so much my honorable friend...mahe

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Sushama Karnik

Mahee Dharan Thank you so much, Mahee Dharan for this beautiful comment.

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Sushama Karnik

I wrote this for my daughter-in-law. She and her three children had come from Canada and stayed with me for a few days. This poem celebrates the memory of my vision of her and the children playing on Aqsa Beach. I like your precious comment, not a comment but a vibrant poem like your works of art in sculpture. I'll save this post among my saved posts. You can't imagine how happy I am to have received such a fine tribute to the place of moments lived in memory in our lives. Thank you so much my dear friend.

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Written on the abstract photography of Biarritz by Francoise Dhulesia.

 Down and out below the sky, when it rains it rains.

Pools and ponds, lakes and rivers break the bounds

to flow in a torrent.

Watching the passion play from behind the glass is never enough when the night calls and the rain falls. The magnanimous blue draws paths in the rain. Throw the windows open

and let the drops in;

let the downpour in with all the trees swaying in a mass.

A night in rain is an abstraction

conjured up in a moment of awakening all of a sudden

to a statement of a stunning clarity of love.

2023,06, 09.

Here is my answer to you a few hours ago, dear Sushama Karnik

You are just incredible! An amazing writer, a surprising mind that so easily enters into my world and deciphers it in the most brilliant way! A visionary mind is what you are: you fear no limit in the expression of beauty!

You have given this image a depth that only your skilled and spontaneous writing can gift it with.

I am really delighted you have felt the power of my love for this contrasted Biarritz, a city that has built up its nature and character listening and breathing with the force of the ocean and storms, never bending but welcoming whatever comes.

"I have for me the winds, the stars and the sea", the motto of Biarritz is symbolized by a plural sign, at the same time scallop shell, sun and star.

I really thank you from the bottom of my heart for this poetry that not only celebrates the ocean and Biarritz, but also the magic of your visionary writing skills.

From 2023 Story reading with my girl.

 An afternoon

with my girl. Just me and her,

the story reading over,

I'm free to doze off now. And I see her,

standing straight,

looking at me,

cold dissatisfaction,

embittered,

betrayal

writ large on her face!

She is holding the book behind.

I had read out to her

the first story from an adult world

that left her grumpy, sad. I could see in her mind's eye

the sunflowers withered.

I offered to hug her

but she refused.

Anger mingled with being sad!

Dissatisfaction !

The Hands of Mother

 The hands of mother entwined with mine,

 and passed on an energy of a lifetime 

speaking of aeons of faith and prayers, struggles and fulfillment,

We sat on the rock at the familiar sea, just watching the sky and the sea.

She said a lot in that silence and I assured her that I heard it all.

O mother , I'm still your child longing to hold your hand.

May every daughter on this holy earth listen to the mother's voice

and may the secret breeze carry the voice from the daughter to her children

in the cycles of time

eternally.

Sushama Karnik.