POETIC OCEANS 2

I still recall the moments when I sat up in bed,I was crying for how long? I do not know,no one came for quite some time, perhaps because it was in the late hours of  night- I was hardly four or five playing more and eating less- I was crying for food I guess… and then he was by my side- Father sat patted and said ,’what’s the matter dear? is it something that you fear? Its not the cold nor heat nor pain, its hunger you need something to eat… And so I still feel the taste so sweet delicious to the root,full juicy was the tinned mixed fruit… Father opened the can right there made me eat with love and care what else so ready could he get,as I felt hungry in the middle of the night… No sooner had I eaten when all tears were forgotten I was overtaken by peace and fell off into a very deep sleep.

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If I am a Teacher One who teaches- My walk and talk should show My vision of where to go In the future- My work should prove My mission to improve The learners The beginners The misled Good; I believe that our spirits are not yet dead; Just at moments odd I feel Have I failed The Message To reveal? The mist still floats  At times with the breeze Descends amidst the trees Is it here to stay Or is it to warn us Of The Way?

It may shine sparkle and tinkle make you smile with each look how much did it cost how much did you pay, just to smile and say to the silent ‘unravished glass’-what makes you shine? what myriads of dust particles you hold as treasure? what skillful hands gave you your shape and made you so grand? But fear engulfs me when I touch you how smooth and firm and yet so fragile you are- a  careless slip and transformed you are, in  a thousand pieces,scattered the eyes make crystals as they too join them O Thou reflector of transparency,mirroring life, seeing through the thin veil…unlike the flesh feeling less, what beauty lies within the cold glass None’ but vacant emptiness…momentary pleasure one glance chance …what scars of life you show No color ,,,for colors bring joy and joy brings peace Look away, it is not here, I will break soon and not shine, stay away for in my cuts and beauty lies ...

Walking on land I felt the need to hold onto some bar to tip toe across the discolored spread flowing from afar, not a stream but just a flow Walking on land I felt the need to place a piece of cloth against my nose,to block the pungent smell rising from the flow, one cannot tell from where else… Walking on land I felt the need to look down lest I bumped my foot and fell like a clown and spoil my washed dress and safely kept shoes but walking on this land I knew who made it so full of mud and stones and filth, perhaps it was the same bag I had thrown or handed over to the dustboy ‘kooray wala’ or many people drink the same tea brand as I,eat the same biscuits and bread-who can say who spread the onion and potato peels… then one day I walked on another land among the trees on a hillside where pine trees stood tall,so graceful and green and clean,the pine needles were all over the place, serene and neat and smelling pleasantly sweet… and ...

I finally found this photograph and so here is my contribution for SEPIA SATURDAY   I was told that 'articles had to be typed' (in the 1970s) to be valid for submission to local newspapers and magazines so I started looking for a type writer ...computers were hidden somewhere in fog and mist, then I also discovered that the price  was much more than my small budget,still my love of writing kept up my morale.Long Live The Love of Parents...my father knowing my hearts desire gave me the most wonderful unforgettable surprise of my life ,when he asked me to come over..'I have something for you' and that was never ending till the last day of his life.He always had a pocketful of the most lovable gifts something we had just mentioned ...and so it was this..a beautiful Olympia typewriter with a sleek black elegant cover.      My articles were accepted from then on....Thank you Father for setting and supporting me on the writing journey...It was all b...