Back to the Sea

Back to the Sea

With my tired back to the sea,

I did return to my house,

To faces full of open glee,

Of Mom, Son and Spouse,.

Six weeks have quickly sped past,

Visiting a few kin and new places,

Making some fresh friends  to last,

By exploration of  fine blog spaces!

Now, to a loving family and friends.

I’ve got to say farewell, plain,

‘Coz  the Past and my Future blends

It’s that time of my life, again.

For, not long, just a couple of days ago

My Fleet Manager summoned me,

Bags are packed, and I’m ready to go

On another voyage, back to the Sea.

P.S. :- Dear Fellow B’loggers, this is “Good-bye From Me, just for Now” . I’ll be embarking soon upon another stint of 12 to 16 weeks on-board a good ship. Hence, due to reduced Internet Connectivity and a busy, hectic life onboard, my future B’log Posts ( if any, for awhile ) may be few and sparse. Kindly pardon me for this ( Gotta” earn money for laying bread on my family’s table, you know !  :-O )  Thanks for all your support and kind encouragement. Meet you all online, after a short while!  Adios! J

BLESSINGS THROUGH THE BREEZE

A shimmering streak ,beneath her eye,

Symbolizing great vigor,

For the treasured ,

She is patient.

As her weak frail arm, lifts up to wave,

Her mind flees into the past,

Gay memories,

Rush in a torrent.

Her precious child is leaving home,  

Onto distant borders ,to defend ,

Her heart unwillingly,

Does relent.

Blessings un-uttered, pass through wind,

“Protect, dear son, you will,

With fairness to even,

Your tyrant”

After a month’s battle, to the enemy’s neck,

As he raises his sword,

A waft on his wrist,

Previously latent.

His mother’s blessings to him beckon,

The moment via gore arrives ,

Unerring Fate exposed,

The Future blatant.

 With the foe’s weapons fallen away, terrified eyes gaze,

To a sincere plea for mercy,

A noble soul yields,

To his fond parent.

His sword lowered, He turns aside, when,

A blade from behind severs his collar,

Silently his spirit rises,

To firmament.

Gliding through thin air, looking down at his corpse

And the thankful, smiling adversary

“I tried to be Just Mother!”,

He laments.

Uneasy in mind she stumbles out side, eyes upraised to Heaven,

As a cool gust caresses her limb,

Serenely she nods,

In acknowledgement.

ASTRAL TOURIST

“Paradise on Earth “, the Travel Brochures proudly say,

The places seem more idyllic than in actual sight,

Beautiful pictures of them placed in a different light,

Alluring, Inviting, tempting your will to relent, they may.

All the approach routes are easy, they loudly pronounce,

Well connected with transports full of modern consolation,

Unerringly altering your ignorance filled impression ,

Easing you through the passage, your efforts renounced..

They speak of its surroundings and of its wondrous nation,

Its arts, culture, tradition  and impeccable generosity

Warmly appealing you with a remarkable familiarity

To find out for yourself and later to cherish its recollections.

They leave out all the miniscule details, the hidden costs,

Concealing the unpleasant, the open sores and the pain,

The darkness behind the flash-bulb, the brimming drains,

The scenes behind the camera, the monotony, the ghosts.

Nothing reveals the veiled undergrowth nor the range,

Of  thieves and con-men  trying to trick your last note,

The greed lighting up the grey eyes of your amiable host

When you transact with your wallet full of local  change.

What you see is not a fact sheet, 24 x 7,

And Like our real life with all it’s promotional stuff 

You’ve got to take the risk , you’ve “Got’ta call the Bluff”

Me, I’m an Astral Tourist, on a Holiday from Heaven!

THE SHORT PILGRIMAGE

Baggage hastily dumped into the car’s small  boot,

To an anxious wife’s question “The Road Map?”

An indulgent “ Don’t need one, now, do we?”,

For we all knew the oft-taken general road route.

A few smiles, a few waves and good-byes,

Tired heads leaning onto back-rests,

The soft cushioned seats warmly receiving us,

As the chill of the A/C produces relieved sighs.

Our excellent old friend Mr.K from the driving seat

Turns to us with an enquiring look

Upon my pleased and affirmative nod

Starts the car with a  smooth purr, not missing a beat.

Petite worries of uncompleted tasks in the work arena,

Qualms from the daily life of a city dweller

Tiny fears of the parent of a smart off-spring

Wash  the edges of my mind like waves on a marina.

My eyes looking ahead, ears open to the incessant chatter

Of my excited son and my jovial tolerant spouse

Allowing time for the rhythm of the music to get me

Taking help from earlier meditation classes, a small matter.

Familiar surroundings, settlements pass by in a flurry,

The car plunges onto the busy highway,

All the reservations in my mind slowly sink down

The soothing melody ushering in a happy memory.

Cheerful banter, coffee stops, good music, a comfortable ride,

Across forests, hills and sparsely populated vales,

Upon the entry into an insignificant  unpaved off-shoot

Un-explained joy fills the heart as it soars high in a gentle glide.

All thoughts of the Past, Present and Future put to rest,

The mind leaps in bliss to an unuttered tune

In harmony with the living, the dead and Sentient Earth,

How lucky it feels to have arisen and held worthy of the test.

The car stops, we alight beholding the Splendorous Dome,

Moving into the holy Place, observing His serene, seated stature,

Our heads bow, His Grace flows through His outstretched palm,

We have come back to You, where we belong, we are Home !

HE CAME, WE SAW, THEY CONQUERED - 2

A firm hand stretched upwards, palm out-facing,

Greetings to the world in abundance, without reversing,

 Pleasant demeanor fitted into his easy-going stance,

Visions of a new reality imparted through his glance,

The weight of the whole planet’s  pains which are not quaint,

Balanced  evenly across his broad shoulders without complaint,

When his lips speak, sits quietly the world with abated breath,

At his word-crafted portrayal of a future with happiness not in dearth,

Amid a wonderful merger of his core character, heart, with his lexis,

His soul  bowls you over like a punch to your solar- plexus,

A true transcendental figure he is – Barack Obama.

He came, We saw, He conquered – all done without trauma!

SHE CAME, WE SAW, THEY CONQUERED - 1

Hair that is short and piled up like a regal crown

Eyes large as oceans into which our souls can drown

A guise which is carried in such an unassuming way

Feet that are so nimble that they get onlookers to sway

A smile that lights up the setting and gets it to swirl

A heart that is so big as to envelope the whole world

Kindness, Humility, Intelligence, Wit, Charm, Spontaneity, Grace,

All rolled into a pleasant wholesome persona and not just a face

A true phenomenon she is  -  Michelle Obama.

She came ,We saw, She conquered – all done without trauma!

SIMPLICITY - THERIN LIES THE CAUGHT

SIMPLICITY – THERIN LIES THE CAUGHT

Like a groom inspecting horses for their masters

Before a final price is agreed upon

Like a terminally ill patient being told by his doctor

About a miraculous cure which could cheat Death for a while longer

Like a shrewd experienced business-man

Who is about to make a sudden un-contested conquest

Like a cautious house-wife examining plums for blemishes

Because the price quoted was cheap

Like a Defendant being told by his advocate

About new-found loop-holes in the Plaintiff’s Pleas

Like a beggar  peering down at his begging bowl

Upon the sight of currency notes where normally coins reside

Like monkeys on a wall huddling together

Not knowing which way to jump

So do we all perceive and regard the words

Of a Messiah sent down to take believers back safely within his fold

The words running in each of our minds are

If the way is so clear and simple, where is the CATCH?