Swapna Sundari
(First Draft.)
Jazan (15)
There where there is no water
drop by drop
in the dust it fell
became deep down dripping in a reservoir of an ocean
half made of tears and half of laughter
half made of lies and half of truth's master
till one day it broke and nothing was left
except poetry and there was no need
to pick up the broken pieces
to gain what is the most precious thing on earth
a never ending flow of gold, silver and pearls
one has to be ready to pay with one's life
though no one demanded he himself paid the price
The broken pieces glistened
lying on the ground
in the light of the harsh desert sun
but he never looked back
having found the vein
all he had to do was let the heroin in
through his bloodstream it flowed
nothing was as sweet
everything looked beautiful
all one, broken into
the home becomes an ocean that cannot contain the joy
or the tears
He was lost in fate's own ply
which swirled him around in a whirlpool
and would not let him go
despite all his fears
It whispered: love gives and takes
do not fear
though it sometimes may take years
15) A
small city in Saudi Arabia
Jazan is a Saudi port city on the Red Sea, directly north of the border with Yemen. The area is noted for its high-quality production of tropical fruits like mangos, figs, and papayas.Before World War I it was a major pearl-fishing site.
ReplyDeleteThis series is going to be stupendous embellished with Diane's erudite notes and eloquent illustrations. It cries to come out in book form.Hats off to both.
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