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The Wicker baskets
Rooster crackled, fresh new day!
Sun arose planting gentle kiss
on the Earth's fore-head....
A cottage in the woods stood elegant
Lilted the cool breeze outside so pleasant!
Woke her child this mother, filled with zest
A long embroidered green skirt ,
made of flax this mother had draped...
Adorned her neck, chains of coloured beads and stones
Dusky beauty she was tall and fabulous
lovely eyes and headgear made her look more gorgeous
Her little child of six opened her tiny eyes
Sprang up from the bed and
hugged her mother with warmth
Packed with tubers ,fruits ,water and sharpened sickle
they set deep into the woods in search of willows best
Mother guided, child diligently obeyed ....who in her mother, saw the Queen of the woods!
After hours of toil best quality reeds selected
brought them back home and put to dry in shade
From the already dried heap of weeks before
both set to work displaying their skill at best....
with secateurs and knives and best willows,
nimble fingers played designs best of both
stakes best aligned and the perfect slath followed...Weaving at its best continued...
Expertise Mother taught, the child followed....
By the fall of evening, ten attractive baskets
with well bent handles were all ready for sale,
at a fair in the neighbouring village.....
Smile of satisfaction on both faces lit
Mother thanked and hugged her child
Cuddled and kissed her while she said...
With little bucks we make I 'll buy......
new velvet cloth with glittering mirrors
and stitch for my princess ,
a new birthday dress!!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
Astronauts on an assignment.
Temporary, our confinement
In a rocketship of travel...
Above the earth to unravel
Planets out of their alignment.
Our past of conquering the moon...
My crew and I in our platoon.
With craters full of cavity
Amidst its zero gravity,
We returned home without maroon.
Within this endless field of stars...
Now, we bypass neighbouring Mars.
In the future - sometime, someday...
Sustainment of life in some way.
Visions as such - like flying cars.
Space missions, our occupation...
Solar system exploration.
Discovered - we are not alone
Inside this universe unknown...
We humans in our location.
As if the spheres within their spheres,
Uniqueness seperate from my peers.
Final frontiers, science fictions.
Outrageous in their depictions...
Impossible thoughts and their ideas.
Using my imagination...
Other worlds of fascination.
Presence of another being.
Fornication, I am seeing...
Fantasising procreation.
Soon extinct, the population...
Our connection - this salvation.
Movement within our set orbit.
Our extraction - we absorb it...
One such random situation.
Then, reality sinks back in...
And of my thoughts, a humble grin.
I wonder - endless, dark and cold...
The universe - what does it hold?
Comprehension cannot begin.
The dream and the truth
I have told those who wanted to listen that once I swam
in the blue lake in Iceland and walked hand in hand
with a blond Huldra to the dramatic waterfalls asking
to appear in a movie; how unpolluted the air was
in a night of a thousand guitars.
When I deconstructed the truth, I discovered it was
a dream created to mask the more sordid reality.
Yes, I had been to Iceland long ago, it was raining
and cold, the night was unlit
I did swim in a warm pool in New Zealand once
met a woman older than me and walked hand in hand
to a place that had rooms for let, so many rooms
but only one roof and little privacy.
Bestriding her flexing my youthful muscles, I farted
frozen in embarrassment that didn’t help when
people in the neighbouring room giggled; the woman
said: not to worry, it had happened to her, the thought
of this made that matter worse, I fled to the woods
hoping to join the Tasmanian tiger.
The truth is vital as the world is on the precipice
of a nuclear tragedy that can be avoided if common
sense prevails, and the war of the world is avoided.
If not, survivors will stride in an avenue where leaves
on trees are worthless green diamonds
Walk to the mountain where a steel door has melted and
find inside where the rich with jewellery and Sabre coats
had sought safety, but they were so very dead.
Walk into the kitchen, open a tin of Paquin duck in jelly
eat the last meal before the world is flung out of the galaxy
and the story of humanity will be lost forever.
Two wood pigeons on the hedge
Two thrushes fly low
Over the uncut lawn
Unfamiliar voices behind the door
Then the door opens
Two men carry out packed cardboard boxes
In a few minutes the loading is finished
A man's voice speaks on the phone from the garden
I turn away, looking towards the road
A car door slams behind me
I close my eyes, while the car hisses by
What a relief: they finally drove away.
I lean against the fence
The birds singing in the neighbouring garden
I suddenly breakdown:
Goodbye, goodbye...
I'm afraid to say more
Though no one is listening
The house is empty
Who’d have thought it would become
The past archive, so soon?
One last look at the garden?
I don't believe they cared.
They've got plenty of pictures
With her blooming garden, so that'll do.
They don’t know
I have her comments on every photo
A gallery of roses, cacti, pansies, petunias
Her olive tree, and blue hyacinths
She said they were blooming already
On the 5th of March, one day before our time stopped
And another time entered
I don’t have to count it, do I
We don’t live there.
A summer kiss on winter night
precious gift enough to ignite
my teenage mind with burning flame
a neighbouring dame with sweet name
a cage-free bird on its first flight.
Many years ago but still bright
in my mind like day's first sunlight
and how I enjoyed when it came
a summer kiss.
Like molten wax of candle light
lips melted as she held me tight
passion's fire was hard to be tamed
a surprise gift from that sweet dame
taste of manhood on winter night
a summer kiss.
© kashinath karmakar (19th December 2011)
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Placement:7th (Dec.2011)
Contest:Gifts Given,Gifts Received a Rondeau
Sponsor:Cyndi Macmillan
Spring
When spring sunshine sprinkles its hues new born,
Crimson colours do shed, the remote hills
While by the turn of the delightful morn
Golden hues brighten the neighbouring fields.
It is time when birds quit their fleecy nests
Twitter with relish their first morning song,
Bees fish for sweeties from blooms, feeling blest,
While flowers trumpets their own blooms for long.
Soon the sweet spring breeze will whisper by night
With the clean blue sky lit by the full moon,
It`ll be time to scribble with much delight
Some twinkling verses to extol spring`s boons.
The spring sweet shining sunshine, though sublime,
Like every existing joy is for short time.
Visitors I saw in my garden today were:
9 starlings noisily squabbling
1 duck casually waddling.
1 robin - a handsome little chap
1 bumble bee, that landed on my lap.
2 neighbouring cats, stalking the same prey
1 little mouse, who wears a coat of grey.
3 worms wiggle above the earth I dug
1 fat, juicy, giant, orange, slimy, greedy slug.
5 spiders spinning their intricate webs
1 fly cocooned, in delicate white threads.
3 frogs sitting by the garden pond
2 doves flirting, cooing as they bond.
8 skater bugs, danced the waters top
1 blue dragonfly, hovering near a flower pot.
2 brown butterflies resting on my fence
3 foaming snails, their second line defence.
1 pushy wasp, that wanted my half eaten bun
3 baby rabbits playing in the evening sun.
1 majestic blue peacock, from the neighbours farm
1 owl swooped in from the farmers barn.
2 swallows aerobatics, as they build their family nest
4 tiny bats skilled navigation, at it's very best.
Tomorrow will bring more visitors, some different and the same
The honour was all mine, for it was my garden to which they came.
15.06.22
JERKS OF JEALOUSY
Two thick n' lovely friends, friends forever type
Ugly poverty had its brutal curse on both of them
Thick n' thin of life, equally did they share...
Both good at sports, budding athletes of their locality
New contest announced, In prize-trophy, sports shoe !
Both took up challenge, preparation on in full-swing...
Motivation n' moral boost-up, coach and the trainee, both were for both!
Arrived the D- day - One lost , One won!!
This is the point where story takes a U-turn..
One who lost got jealous, best moments till date
dissolved and diluted.
Wicked jealousy corroded his mind like sulphuric acid...
In fit of jealousy burnt he the shoes won by his own dear friend...
Another contest declared in neighbouring town, winner friend said,
I won't partake due to ligament tear.. but buddy you have to win this time
The new shoes I won, you wear and keep it as my gift all yours!
Good luck my friend he patted and left, still unaware
about shoes' fate which he had kept safe in chest.
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
A rolling stone keeps rolling on its way.
Till outside forces change its course and sway.
A settled mind keeps travelling where it's been,
Till wonder parts the paths it walks between.
Left to themselves, all ordered things decay.
Only endless work keeps disorder at bay.
Left to ourselves, trust quietly grows thin.
Love and hope need tending lest doubts settle in.
No energy is lost within the cosmic whole.
It changes form, yet keeps its hidden role.
No grief or happiness is wasted in the heart;
It changes shape, and wisdom plays its part.
Each force applied invites an equal one returned.
The universe remembers every force once stirred.
Each word we speak finds a home in the unseen.
Its echo lingers, long after the voice has been.
Heavy masses draw their neighbours ever near.
The silent pull is constant, strong, and clear.
Great values draw believers to their sway.
The heart moves first; the mind explains the way.
When rhythms match, voices resound and sing.
One note can awaken every neighbouring string.
When spirits meet in purpose, hopes take flight.
One awakened heart brings joy in shared delight.
All nature leans toward balance, poise and calm.
Through countless changes, equilibrium is its psalm.
The soul finds balance, too, through losses and gains.
Pruning certainty and doubt until wisdom remains.
A thousand drops may fall without a sign.
One final drop can transform the whole design.
A thousand thoughts may gather, out of sight.
Yet one quiet insight, turns darkness into light.
Perception follows where the compass guides.
At Earth's magnetic poles, that rule subsides.
At South it's up, at North, it's pointing down;
So too, our conscience tilts, when truth turns round.
Entropy drives time on its one-way flight.
Each dawn moves onward, never back to night.
So too we age, through growth, decay and grace.
Time keeps no mirror — only every trace.
The laws of nature shape, the world we see.
The laws within decide, who we will be.
Perhaps, the universe is asking; not replying.
And every life becomes its way of trying.
One would think that the feeling of being a slave would create understanding
One would think that racism would die off and cease to overtake our surrounding
Equality has become but a faint memory buried with a man Africa once so greatly looked up to
Labels still floating around, separation amongst people. All subject to the race or ethnic group they belong to
Don’t you think there was a little furry passed with a law?
Just a little vengeance kneaded in, tables turned, no longer holding the short end of the straw?
So arose the system with a pretty name “Affirmative action”.
5-1 the number of bullets in the gun gradually making a subtraction
Acquiring our positions based on our skin colour instead of based upon or level of education
Supressing the “Suppressors” with lethal repercussions and lack of evaluation
So carry on placing the one colour above the other, turning us against each other until the streets run red with anarchy
Then hypocritically teach your kids about equality, living one foot in and one foot out of controversy.
One would think we as a nation would learn from a neighbouring sunken country. Stay united and grow far beyond expectation
One can only hope for these lines to be erased, for skin colour, gender and religion factors to be cancelled out and do away with exaggeration
The world is the way it is and shall remain as such, the universe will be the way it should be keeping the balance as top priority
So even if I cannot change the world. With my words I keep spreading the love! One of the minority.