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Off The Map

OFF THE MAP

Searching for true love?
Perhaps out there’s not the best
Place to go looking

Breath Of Life

BREATH OF LIFE

To hell distancing!
Worth to take any risk to
Touch noses with you

Each Of Us

EACH OF US

Upon his decease
They found, clearing out his things, this envelope
Addressed “To whom it may concern”

Each of us is a PLP
A Public Leaning Post
A Poor Lonely Person

As a Public Leaning Post
I give each of you help and acceptance
And this is my Love

As a Poor Lonely Person
I ask each of you for help and acceptance
And this is my Humility

Amidst the dark and stormy seas of my pain and passion
I cling to the raft of my heart
And this is my Integrity

Among the dark and silent hills of my inner landscape
I shout “Hello” and listen to my own voice’s dying echoes
And this is my Humanity

There is a time for speech, a time for action
A time for silence and stillness
And this is my Wisdom

And as I strive to honour each moment as it is
And hold these qualities in mind
Perhaps I approach Creativity

My experience with “Dharma”

Sushmita Das

Art of Lord Krishna made by my friend Nikita Samantaray

Dharma/Righteousness …this word has always perplexed me. I had a perception that righteousness means “doing right to others. Being Just and fair with everyone”.

My father always says “walk on the path of Dharma” I was unable to perceive his words, what exactly does he mean by “dharma”! Although, I have grown up seeing him doing the Just things no matter who did what wrong to him be it in terms of words or action, he always stood up for the Right and taught me to take a stand for the RIGHT! Yet I had a vague definition of “Dharma”. I wanted to know the meaning of righteousness beyond being just Right and doing Right!

Lately, after the onset of lockdown due the arrival of this dreadful pandemic at the doorstep of every nation, made me move towards watching the…

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Mo ‘n’ I

MO ‘n’ I

You’re seventy now
Who’d have thought it?
I recall our twenties

Here we are again
After all these years
Sharing an evening

Baring naked hearts
Across a gin or two
And a tear or two

Your conclusion
Too needy to share
Alone now and happy

My own conclusion
Can’t call myself happy
Contented feels more comfortable

My lengthy searching
Taught me call expectation
The mother of disappointment

We’ve given it all up
That bouncy folderol
Not born here to be loved

As you hear me out
Unchallenged or judged
As I you my dear one

Let’s do what’s next
Whether we like it or not
Each a poet with a spanner

Bonding Is The Natural Thing To Do

Holiday In Berlin: Republished

HOLIDAY IN BERLIN

The slow times between afternoon traffic
Cold coffee on bungalow verandahs
May sometimes serve to remind
Silk rustle of passing clouds
How once in laughter jetting
Above frail flutes of the ocean’s smile
Wan Europe and far away

To gray freeway boulevards of Berlin
For afternoon walks ginger-soft as cats
With smiles ever less frequent
And for some reason more and more drinking
Dwarf fools in a sad circus
Creating the right spectacle for them
Lay readers of the lesson

Stumbling the important words
Unsure repeating such words each morning
Parodies spraycan the scent of daisies
Chinese whispers total loss of meaning
Carrying it between two
Nervous to the breaking point
Too fragile a vase to save

From arrows of sleet or rain
Through dagger edge adventures
Between avenues of trees whose tired leaves
Only appeared distantly
For to disappear again
Though a tree is dead fungus will survive
Sitting through the dusk of putrefaction

Mildewed walls of cafés and hotel rooms
Daily decomposing and composing
Faded brown and smudged copy
Needed for long past deadlines
Like reporters of the nineteen thirties
Recording one another
In desperate impatience

Dumbly fumbling a bedroom door handle
Until sad days of doom now really dawned
Forced empty slipstream Atlantic returns
Where vapor trails reel two times
Across tangled cotton clouds
Three days apart and strangers
And the wet runways of final descent

Do glisten whose tyremarks are like tears
Descending the handshake passengerway
In the drizzle scarcely shaken from sleep
Opening eyes to look up at the sky
Just as now from bungalows
The sky will never seem the same again
(And of course it never did)

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This poem has a soundtrack! It was composed while listening to the track sequence ‘Holiday In Berlin, Full-Blown > Aybe Sea’ (from Frank Zappa’s “Burnt Weeny Sandwich” album) set on ‘Repeat’. If you don’t own the album you can find the tracks on YouTube.

While listening, it’s not too hard to work out how the stanzas relate to each section of the music and vice versa.

Really it’s just your typical boy meets girl, boy loses girl scenario. Same old same old. (Or boy meets and loses boy, as there’s a nod or two to Christopher Isherwood.)

A verbal/musical movie for the mind (and heart). Enjoy.

Shadow: Quatrain

SHADOW

He became her lover
She became his love
The brighter the light
The blacker the darkness

Empathy: Senryu

EMPATHY

I think I hear you
Let us listen together
See what we can learn

All Colors

Speaks for itself and hits its target.

Pilgrimage Studio

I’m not sure of the original source for this photo but I saw it on Facebook. We are not one race against another race. We are all one human race standing together against ignorance, hate and violence.

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