POETIC OCEANS 2

Match game chance, be it anywhere  on any land                                                                        be it with sword or spear,bat or ball,  gun or lance, forces have fought  in thicket and  on wicket dauntless and bold, without fear,  songs  sonorous have been sung, as arms raised , aimed and swung, obdurate pride and steadfast   hate in arenas Greek or  Green  Grounds,   what  mighty  contest  up rising For no  reason  just  or sound,  No crime no blast  no war  no treason, just  another  cricket world  season,                               But This Game ...

A brief line, yet a complete letter, Nothing, nothing could have been better, fears dispelled  but, brought more tears not of sadness, but of  joy, pearls my eyes shed so many metamorphosed to  a  tsunami    crossing the ocean beaches, and bonded fetters unseen, washing away  the clinging  pain I turn to the letter again and again, speechless as more tears surge with more joy, a few words sent were for another’s joy meant, two lines and a picture made up my letter,                                                            but what came in return teaches a lesson and makes us learn, words sincere and  said truly from the heart touch true feelings, though tears may fall but with even a brief letter bring happiness and joy an eternal treasure.

Growing Up with My Land   Growing Up with My Land Hand in hand, in My Land I do but stand, on half the sand My footsteps are invisible Lost for me My Place of Birth How can I celebrate in mirth? What words can express The joy of the aching heart Real Freedom and True Friends Do never Part-

Birds are chirping the advent of Spring, some trees are still bare surely summer is closer but first, freshness and flowers to awaken and share Mariposa and the Tea Infuser.

ages ago when it was dark man sought the light in stones and made use of bones, ages ago when lights were around man learned to speak and made use of sounds, ages ago when there was peace man found the trees and made use of leaves, ages ago                      when there were herds man found the words and tried to fly like birds ages ago when life was chaos man wanted order and made use of laws ages ago when life was tight man sought calm and something to write. Ages ago When life was rough Man wanted it smoother mixed leaves and trees And discovered paper, not many ages thence                               man is fed up, wants some sense to clear the mess and make all world less and paperless.