Anupama: Letter
Thousands scents/ Thousands whispers
Come up--- From this unwrapped envelope
Thousand dreams run through/get hitched
I walk along with the smudged parallels/ Evening flowers
And the verdant sky
I walk along the boulevard
In drizzle
Walk along the moonlit sky
Walk into the canoe
The boatman sings castles and the princes/
Butterflies play up
Along the shore/
The waves come up
Lonely rain/ and the rainbows
Come closer
Undeterred/
The island celebrates
Get
Aged/ with its rumble strip
Anupama gets inundated/ intrigued
Me and my consequences
Snuggle around her/in the island
Atoned---
Sometime the chase continues/
Sometime get chased
Thousands scents/
Thousand whispers
Come up--
From this unwrapped envelope
Thousand dreams run through/get hitched
I walk along the smudged parallels/ evening flowers
And the verdant sky.
Life begets life. Energy creates energy. It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich.
Sarah Bernhardt
Dancing With Kalia Dhana
Silke Liria Blumbach
Berlin, Germany
Who was your dancer, I am asked.
You were the most radiant
dancing couple of the night!
two records spinning on the turntable
drew me in like big big eyes
I found myself whirling at the speed of light
through all-colours, no-colours and edge
embracing the beat of a wooden heart
with whom have I been dancing
the light that breaks forth from beyond my fingers
emanates from lines shaping a lucent shell
etched into the ground of my palms.
How did the shell-handed dark ocean of light remember
that I had risen from the furthest sea
there I was dancing for him, with him, dancing him
eons and eons ago
for all my life...
Wayne Dyer
A Round Pair
Dr Kumarendra Mallick
Hyderabad
You played the usual trick,
Under the pretest of beauty
You gave men and women
Almond and fish-shaped eyes
With a narrow corner
To hold smiles and tear
Love and anger
Joys and fear, And designed for self
A lovely round pair
With no beginning
no end, always so wide
no secret corners
emotions known to us to hide.
You have a pan-view,
you see the whole and real
And not like us just a few,
More often virtual and untrue.
In your wheel of eyes,
pray, make us spokes of time
To forget "I, my and mine",
To echo your name with each stride
To measure that lie beyond all measures,
beyond the peripheries of the three worlds
The Moon, the Sun, the dawns and dusks
To step unto the sands and grass
Of a terrain- vast and ever new,
On the other side of human imagination,
Where peace and virtue appear as dew.
Unknown
On my way
I stopped and pondered,
as he marred a valid point,
but before I could answer,
the other on the left replied..
"I was with you always,
encouraging your every move,
and it was I for whom,
you have to reach your goal.
You have to move one,
for the others are doing so,
if you wait for the others,
you will have nowhere to go."
"You have to make compromises,
for that's the way of life,
you have to compete,
give your all in this fight.
The fruits of your effort,
is waiting on the other side.
So, don't stop and keep ignoring,
whatever being said by the right!!"
Saying this the quarrel resumes,
as each one forcing there point,
I waited and saw both,
projections of my inner conscience.
I had to make peace,
as both were right,
and I told them my view,
on the whole fight.....
"Yes, its true that I neglected,
made a destination of mine,
and walked in a hurry,
to reach it on time.
I know I missed things around,
but had my part of it too..
to reach my goal is not all...
but the journey is desired."
"You both are my voice,
still you are in extremes,
and I will move on....
for my experience is on my side!!"
I quieted
as they both disappeared,
looking ahead, I continued,
On my way........
Anthony Robbins