I stand by my love forever
In stormy and gloomy weather
I shall be your navigator
In times of persecution and betrayal
I shall be the even handed judge
When vicissitudes of life
Strike and destabilise your emotions
I shall be the shoulder you cry on
When providence knocks and lifts you up
I shall be that smile of gratitude
That will dissipate years of
Anxiety and tribulations
I stand by my love forever
That’s the job that gave him Navigator
After goodbye to Lift Operator;
Months on the TV as Moderator
And a US firms Gum Distributor…
But Bruce had not wanted Excavator,
Rather Peace-Keeping as Mediator:
“All these awkward passions for artifacts
And choosing to celebrate old facts:
Inquisitive shovels disturbing soil
One might think one is prospecting for oil;
Forbears working on their forgotten face:
Intriguing findings they’d championed the race”.
From excavation grabbed ventilator,
Also, a machine with indicator
And soon a mansion with elevator;
Impenetrable to terminator…
Still, Brice’s true love: his black navigator
The Jeep he drives dressed like Gladiator:
Smart, American with fine radiator…
Some topics closed for the debater,
Not only 'Divine', 'Incubator;
For good eggs their silly layers can't hatch
For the premature babies to life catch!
Some issues defy a debater:
Whether a ship needs Navigator,
Crocodile-like the Alligator;
Terrorists like a Terminator...
To some arguments just say "later":
A waste of time writing a letter,
With the sun's heat rays farm soil wetter,
Without drugs the nursed sick much better.
Many accept things just as are,
Where so fate ferries, there they are.
They look for boat nor yet for oar,
But search for a navigator.
Their life seem Arundhati* star—
In a star string Ursa Major,
Too faint to spot, farther than far,
They try all life with it to spar.
Holding ego’s little finger,
They lose, false promises when mar.
Believe me: you’ll stay as my star,
Long as our life’s journey goes far.
My trust not as much in a star
As in you, O my life’s Poll Star!
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* Ursa Major is a constellation in the Northern hemisphere. It circles around the Poll Star and has seven stars representing seven sages. One of which is Vasishtha. Very close to it is a faint star representing his wife Arundhati. As is an old belief, if one can spot it with unaided eye, his eyesight is considered good.
Musings |14.12.2021| couplets
Vista line, wide sea
loosen moorings, release sails
heart boat sailing... i
Navigate,
navigator...
no sea
is done so distant
that your boat
don't reach ...!
Navigate,
navigator...!
No sea
is done so remote
that your boat
don't reach ...!
Search
at sea to
your pleasure
in the word
Ship...
and at sea to
your cure is
in the word
salt...
Every navigator
must duel
with the tempest
from the sea when
navigate,
and the chains
of life
When
rests,
of the deal ...!
While fairly close to half asleep
I sensed a pounce and then a leap.
There was the very slightest trace
Of whiskers brushing near my face.
I heard a glass begin to totter
A glass half full of cool tap water.
Papers rustled, pill holders clicked
That nothing fell was quite a trick.
The creator of this minor stir
Erupted with a thunderous purr.
My nightstand now became the place
For a cat who stalks with endless grace..
I notice the waves, the tides
of the lulls, the sargasso,
I live the sea in me ... I suffer
from navigated waters,
of the sunken loves ...
I am aware of seas of the universe,
all infinite oceans,
I sailed and still sail,
not for being a sailor
intrepid ... but for being
castaway still alive ...
According by my navigator -
I'm in the tundra- close to the Northern Pole.
But, why giraffes everywhere and alligators,
I do not comprehend it at all?
You my love
Are perfect
You my love
Know how to make me wiggle
Moan, scream into silence
Arch my back and contort
Like I never knew I could
You my love leave me breathless
Speechless, thoughtless
Without capability to comprehend
Anything other than your touch
You my love are a master magician
An understanding lover with navigating hands
She received her ribald advice
From the raucous old woman
Whose demurred ramble
Erased memories of yesterday
Her stained chastity
Perplexed by trivialities
Signified condoned fury
And anguished conviction
Those dancing assistants
Animated by sexual feats
Danced to the mad hula…
Trampling on human sacrifice
She studied the basic swells
Which seemed to secure the heavens
Shining like those fine stars of joy
Deployed to replenish her agony
Then as if pierced by scream of women
She leaped from the land of empty dreams
And unaccomplished limits
Into the rank of commoners
Those echoes of home
Initiated wild gyrations
Which besieged his intelligence…
Arrested procedures of departure
Hallowed ancient custom
Suffused with delight
Levied a surging impulse
On the chief navigator.
They are steered like rudders on ships
Their port lies between my two lips
My day is a drag
Lest my mouth snags a bag
Of Doritos Nacho Cheese Chips
.
Everywhere I go
My Chihuahua rides with me
In his McDonald's coffee cup
Right next to me on the seat
One of the four sons of a wool-weaver,
Christopher Columbus became a great navigator,
who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills
and later to discover a land filled with riches;
rejected by The King of Portugal, he appealed
to the Republic of Genoa and Venice...to return empty-handed!
Finally, King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella of Spain
agreed to make him the " Admiral of the Seas ",
and Columbus departed from Palos, Portugal with three caravels:
the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria for a slow and long voyage...
to find spices, and gold in mines and rivers and in other places;
and when one of his sailors sighted land,as if in a mirage,
Columbus thought he had reached the East Indies,
not realizing he had discovered the New World's shores!
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