sailing blissfully in the happy new year

 sailing blissfully in the happy new year 2022

In pursuit of a philosophy Radhamani sarma

 

Poem of the week: The Jailbird by Maurice Riordan

  In pursuit of a philosophy:

 Often a  persistent feeling rouses in me

 An awareness, of something new, strange,

 unusual, requires my visits, my scrutiny,

  Break from routine, from shell;

 but from sometime, it was in isolate ward,

 within the corner of my heart, soul’s room, 

  in its own ward, overcoming all temptations,

t times, yields no doubt some small tempts, harmless,

 yet, an awareness taps it, for  the soul to break

away, from the   little  show, to higher realm;

now is the time to rise skywards, 

soar higher in pursuit of  a philosophy.

 

Watch over pool

 

 

Watch over pool

 

Looking from atop

 So many  in our purview,

taking us by surprise, cool,

a  pool   comforting spirit,

where a frog  jumping ,

your jump too entwined.

Why there are  more in number

One after  another,  their homes;

Tadpoles breed, in calm,

 encouragement for writers,

a comparison with imitation

for their writing oeuvre;

 you see a whirl in water,

stirring in circles, big and small

a drawing in water perhaps;

dry roots are part and parcel

of life circle,  allowing predation

in multiples;  flora  and  fauna

all looking for  radiance.

Poem of the week: Wherever I Go … by Jennifer Rahim (After Guardian)

 

 

Wherever I go,

Land or river, or sea

keeps me and my being

afresh with a feel of cling,

a bond of not dilution

at any cost; nor digression;

I hold in esteem

the place, the soil, the ground,

always a merry go round,

those I left long ago,

or they that are far away ;

so many   washed eggs

on shore, so much white surf

break and splash, yet on the same

unique time-honored path;

after all travel, come back

to same home and peace.

 

 

 

Poem of the week: Homesick by Hugo Williams

 

Where  are these young and innocent

lost perhaps from their home towns,

Or hired for labor, escaping from servile

authoritative  handcuffs, landed here

with wounds or cuts or injuries,

could be in search of jobs in this hospital

where I am lying sick, similar to their predicament.

So much in their faces, I can read 

faces  are maps , depicting sad irony,

plights or missing their parental affection;

 now they tend  to care for me,  spirit

of dedication and  service, unquestioned;

 my nurses, these lost souls, me  longing

for change to go back to my village,

all sail in the same boat, going back

 to our villages ,our places of  roots.