SWAN SONG

CURTAIN CALL

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This blog came into being , one chilly morning , on Jan 4, 2014, to be exact, with a desire to put together emotions , thoughts , ideas and feelings that are always in need to be expressed. Eight months and 633 hits later, I am here for a curtain call..with all my lovely folks at  ‘peacockbluetales’ who allowed me to write about them. No particular order has been followed to invite them here.. except for my Muse. So, here we go:

The Muse, the magnificent Peacock who made me a blogger…In gratitude, always..
Princess Yashodhara, the beautiful wife whom Prince Siddhartha abandoned to become Lord Buddha… i hope i could do justice to you.
Shyamli, the dark beauty who came straight out of my heart, your eyes are still silent pools of pain…
Mother, ravaged with age and illness, a universal figure of love.. when she is cared for in her sunset years, life takes a full circle…
Old Potter who is more of a Maker than an ordinary soul…
The gawky , bespectacled teenager who hated to love her father.. [Aside: My alter-ego!]
Little Price Charming, the apple of mother’s eye, who charmed his way into all mothers’ hearts including mine…
The elusive, mysterious, ‘She’ of my Memory Poems who longs to remain as elusive as ever…
One and only…with me forever.. in life and in death… Mountains never looked more beautiful…
The solitary seeker.. for whom search for truth was all..
Krishna and his gopis… the Divine Over soul, loved by all.
The ever smiling Circus Clown…My childhood favorite.. Who can see the ocean of poverty, sickness and misery behind his mask?
Lost-Nut-Squirrel.. she was honest, her fault…lost forever..
The little hope with feathers.. who lives within each one of us…
Last but not least, Baby Kuchikoo and her green lantern… she and her fairy tale made me a child once again…
And, my Home, which has never abandoned me, though i have.. quite a few times.. but each time i came back, it accepted me with grace and love..
We , at ‘peacockbluetales’, wish you all good things in life..Wish we were here for some more time but when the flow of ink dries up what else you can do !
Still we hope to be here once again…May be tomorrow, a week, a month, a year later with another set of stories. .. who knows?..

So long!

 

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The morning has just broken and the sky is still deep blue. A sudden thought strikes  me like a bolt out of the blue: Expectation is the root cause of human misery. How often we have seen that our actions have not produced expected/desired results. Things fall smoothly into place like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

I feel lighter by years.Peace is slowly returning  but I only hope ( or is it my expectation again!)  it stays with me for a longer period of time.

The day has lengthened. It seems we are in for yet another scorching hot day with no rain in sight. The sky without the water bearing clouds looks so “character-less blue”(!). But one can still hope for clouds and rains!

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EXPECTATION

random thoughts

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LIFE

Words

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LOST NUT SQUIRREL’S DIARY

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An Entry from Lost Nut Squirrel’s Dairy

Dated: xx August xxxx

Thought for today:

Words,

like bees,

leave their sting behind!

You

may

forget or forgive…

but

your wounds

remember!

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MEMORY

HOW OFTEN?

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How often we have flipped over
the pages of our foggy memory
and stood before our younger self?
So many journeys into our self in black and white,
So many times!

 

Ah, this is me, a plain Jane,
with a shock of curly hair,
grinning with a missing tooth!
And, here I am with my cousins
and my brand new carom board,
A gift on my thirteenth birthday!

 
And this again is me,
in a new pair of glasses
What a feather brained, book worm I was then!
And this one with my dear Amma,
(Such good looks she had!),
She wore sleeveless blouses and read poetry!

And here’s my father, the strict disciplinarian:
“Cross your t’s and dot your i’s
Come home before the last sun rays touch the sky!”
It’s here I stop in silence for a while
and watch my younger self come to life.
I shiver, I dread still, though I am  past my prime.
My younger sister,his favorite, carried tales to him,
(She was always the spoilsport !)
But this was no crime,that i had done
just being honest I thought it then.

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“Hold your tears!
I have no patience for all this,
And I hate to  hear this emotional nonsense,
You’ve crossed the line, of discipline
So, no more radio, no more play this entire week.”
(It was adding insult to injury, I feel)
I crumble like a cookie, aghast .
But then if he thought he was right,
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With this I am jolted back into the present
(Do I still resent it? I think, I do!)
Outside, the sun is a burning ball of fire
And it looks like rains have plans to retire,
(Forgetting us, the sinful ones?)

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And I can hear the rain falling on my wounded soul!

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Disclaimer: The narrator has no intention whatsoever to justify or prove a point. All persons and events in this poem are fictitious.

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Relatively Speaking

A lovely poem from Stephen Nesbitt’s blog Strangers And Poetry.

Strangers And Poetry

Relatively speaking

She was stuck

Deep within my head,

Like that crazy

Sexy jazz tune

That keeps you

Up in bed,

Relatively speaking

She wouldn’t go away,

Like that gorgeous

Blue grey stray cat

That comes for breakfast

Every day.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

1:42 PM August 3, 2014

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FAIRY TALES

A FAIRYTALE FOR BABY KUCHIKOO:

THE MAGIC LANTERN

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(Photo credit: Google Images)

So, here’s the story for you…

One summer afternoon I found a lantern, in one of the smaller rooms of the old house I rarely visited. It must not have been too old as the paint had not faded yet but I never thought of finding it there. It wasn’t mine but then it wasn’t anyone else’s too, though once upon a time  it must have belonged to someone.

But that’s a different story.

So, this lantern was different from any other green and black and blue lanterns that you find  in shops selling cheaper goods . It looked good and dependable. But it had gone through rough weather and the glass had chipped a little. I picked it up. Little did I know that it was a magic lantern. How could I?

On moonless nights, the gold-and-yellow-and -orange flame of the lantern would light up the house.

( Are you listening, Kuchikoo?)

But then, you know, it had a mind of its own. Sometimes for days together, the wick would refuse to burn until coaxed gently. Then it would let out an angry sputter and a tiny spiral of grey smoke  but at other times, it burned happily. And then what magic it wove!

Rivers, rain, grass, flower, trees, mountains, sun, sky, stars , moon…all came alive on the wall where the light and shade of the lantern met. The wall became a huge white canvas on which a tiny black bird with red throat flitted past, a lonely cuckoo sang , a fluffy tailed squirrel looked around for a lost nut,  green forests , blue lagoons and backwaters… all  came alive… even the rainbow with a sun overlooking the blue cloud appeared in bright colors ( like the crayon colored drawings you make!)  a wild mountain stream …

Baby Kuchikoo! Have you seen a lighthouse? One that guides the ship from crashing at night? Sometimes this magic lantern was like a tiny lighthouse…Now , sweetheart, don’t ask me how and why! There shouldn’t be too many questions when you are listening to a fairy tale!

So, this is how things were!

The magic lantern is still here… It still weaves magic, but perhaps things are  mellower now.. Birds still chirp but cuckoos hardly sing so there are no more songs, sometimes peacocks dance and cry when silence whispers like wind,  but then the lantern still takes me to far off lands!

And I can see it safely placed on the china table near the window .

(Are you still there, Baby Kuchikoo?)

(To be Continued…)

 

The Magic Lantern Album Cover

 Photo credit: Magic Lantern Album: Cover photo

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LOST

LOST

il_224xN.501391434_o299 It suited me fine to  watch days come alive with promises, kept and unkept, who knows It suited me fine to  stay apart and hear sighs and whispers of nights It suited me fine to  dream with eyes , open and closed But, I lost myself in the journey of living and in being what I am. I am looking for myself. Will you tell me where I am?

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