Pieces of broken glass gathered in ocean
undergoing gradual conversion
by metaphoric changes through ages.
As processed by rigorous vigorous rolling
under turbulence and tremendous pressure,
rough edges to get rounded off producing smoothness,
lastly happens to yield sea glass :
Nature ‘s marvel and splendour.
Glossy texture to claim : lovely looks of a gem,
with frosted appearance.
Trash turning treasure, nourished by ocean.
An accomplished sequel on transformation .
One can't surmise : Splendid surprise !
Available on some beaches not in abundance,
but bare fact : not so rare!
By chance , I glanced to pick up prompt
ignoring envious looks of my friends.
I collected few from sea beach in Puri, Orissa, India.
I feel proud to own
those, comparable to precious gem stones.
Categories:
orissa, appreciation, sea,
Form: Free verse
COPYRIGHT-POTESS-MRS. ANJALI DENANDEE,MOM
( I am writing at PURI, Orissa, India )
On sand, I sit -
Waves touch and touch my feet .....
These are very speedy !
Too much salty !
The Bay Of Bengal ! The sea ! The lady !
She is the reality !
I see & see .....
So many lives enjoy on her water !
It's the season - Winter ;
Yet so comfortable weather !
Thanks ! The greatest nature !
Says my body ! Mind ! Soul !
My famliy eats the eggroll !
The beach is full of sound !
So happy the sandyground !
Wety ! Busy ! Lovely! Jolly !
Here, I am writing !ANJALI
Categories:
orissa, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
Sitting on the beach of “Puri” beholden at the setting sun
Rose-colored globe dropping drowsily in fathom less ocean.
Felt every atom of the sand pulsating with divinity
Million years since depicting the milieu of sanctity.
Envisioned countless footprints of great master on the sand
who sojourned across the beach with manifestation beyond .
Indistinguishable metamorphosis of the boisterous ocean at then
While masters strolled over sand along with connoisseurs in union.
My body quivered with every tide battering the shore
Persevered the cosmic fragrance concocted in the murky air.
In front prevailed the featureless ocean vibrant in action
virulent mass of agile water bopping in tandem.
Amidst chorus of enticed pilgrims infused with the blustering sound
Listened a fragile voice reverberating from every dimension beyond.
“From time immemorial I encompass agony of billions who visited me
Inseminate their reminiscence with glee through my end less journey”
Note:
“Puri” – A sea beach in state of Orissa , India where the great masters have attained their salvation :
Categories:
orissa, philosophy, , memorial,
Form: ABC
IF VIOLENCE BE HER CREED…
IF violence be her creed I would care not live in India….
Bullets of violence ,Ripped my ribs to dumb me
To live like a portrait …
With eyes but no tears, With lips but no words, With limbs but no works
Thanks I am not there to see
The demolition of Babri *,The fire in Godhra**
The ethnic bomb in Kandhmal***,The dismembered limbs in Kalinga****
26/11 Mumbai stains , Naxalites’ wrath.
But..
My India….India of my dream The Ganges of holiness,
The plains of purity, the heaven for millions of gods
Being shot every moment If survives
May rot like a portrait .
Awake,awake!!
Note=written after reading a quotable statement by Gandhiji-if India makes violence her
creed and I have survived I would not care to live in India
*Babri-a mosque ** Godhra-a place I Gujrat that witnessed communal riot
***Kandhamal-in Orissa that witnessed communal violence ****Kalinga –a place in Orissa
where tribal people killed by police
Categories:
orissa, peacecare, care, violence,
Form: I do not know?