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Monday, August 12, 2019

A sheer uplifting dart

a sudden gust of a wind

and the bird changes the path.

A shifting line of the hill on the sky

and the bird drinks from the chalice to upward fly.

Longer and wider and dazzling, conquering the eye

the perspective grows

and there is no place for a pause.

The wings have taken the rush of the high,

a tide in the sky.

"Ahoy, my boy, this isn't the sea; this is the sky."

"Ahoy, my captain, I am no longer the boy

who did not know

how to row;

In the place of the oar you've given me wings,

and instead of the mast you have given me a single eye.

Do not worry; I can intuit the path."

Sushama Karnik March 1, 2018

Image credit and thanks to Arup Banerji

Arup Banerji

16 Oct. 2013

For hours the little girl was sitting on her haunches.
The color of her summer dress blended
with the blue of the sky and the sea.
For hours her hands were working the shapes in the sand
and the castle in her mind was yet to take the form of her dream.
A pensive look was gathering around her face.
The roar of the sea, the howl of the distant wind
the sun beating upon them all, relentlessly;
the girl was getting the taste
of what it means to work against the odds.
Tired she was, but not so exhausted as to give up the bid.
Her will was pitted against the odds.
A sensitive bond was forming among them all,
the girl, the sea, the wind, the sky and her dream.

SUSHAMA KARNIK

Thanks Souheil, for this picture of a charming girl andThanks Souheil for the image and the caption that inspired me me

Souheil Ghammachi Timeline

I love the kind of tired
that comes from
a lot of fresh air
and a little too
much sun.

-aureat

Have a sweet Sunday

Saturday, August 10, 2019

The scents of the woods
oppressive, intimately close
when the seasons swing around,
A dark swoon strikes you down
and makes you hit the ground.
A river flows somewhere away, far from where I am.
A rain of falling leaves, the sounds of the larks singing in the dark,
they make up and seal the world and the time.
Illusions scale the distances, float in the river for awhile.
The intoxication that comes
with obsessions and dreams
is obsession still.
Let me open my eyes
and see how brief and strange all this is.
But let me listen and hear the voice that says,
"let the brief and the strange be forever true
as in the trance and the dream."
SUSHAMA KARNIK

Thanks for the image & the inspiration
Souheil Ghammachi

Souheil Ghammachi Timeline

If we lived forever, maybe
we’d have time to understand
things. But as it is, I think
the best we can do is try to
open our eyes and appreciate
how strange and brief
all of this is.

Quote from the video game What Remains of Edith Finch
Source: paintedhorse23

Slow down, slow,
like the traffic lights, dim,
slow down, like the single moon,
bewildered among the clouds.
Slow down , like the escalator running
at the regulated speed despite the pressure
and stress of the climbers
in a hurry not knowing where to reach.
The city lights glimmer like thousands of eyes, dazzled and seeing nothing.
Slow down to reflect on the single page
inscribed with the image of a maple leaf.
Slow down for the sparkling wine
red and deep. The last drop waiting
for you to touch the brim.
At the end of the day,slow down
and hold yourself lightly
under the drizzle of the spray of shower
and wash your blues away

Sushama Karnik
June 12, 2018

Image Courtesy +Tanya Dimitrova
Thank you, Tanya

Originally shared by Tanya Dimitrova

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A RANDOM LEAF
A walk through the corridors of prayer halls,
crossing the beams of light and shades,
steep ascents over hills and dales,
through mists and blinding rains,
my journeys have brought me a glimpse
of the void within.

The rain and the mists slide over
the hills and the shades of grey.
The opulence of the rain
and the insistence of the green,
that I must stay
a little longer to speak,
to hold a dialogue with the one who listens
whenever I have the need.

A surge of empathy draws,
and I borrow a leaf from the Great Tree of life;
I scribble my thoughts and let the leaf float
in the hope that someday, somewhere
in times of grief, this leaf may reach
randomly some heart in need.

SUSHAMA KARNIK
Apr 11, 2018

Thanks for the image: +Milan Lakić

Originally shared by Milan Lakić

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