Uninvited guest

Update:

Edwin Alvarez was the kid I wrote about in my poem below today.  Please read the request below from his friends trying to arrange for his funeral.

“Hey guys. I believe everyone is aware already that on Friday night there was a boating accident after which our friend Edwin unfortunately passed away. I don’t know however, if everyone is aware that he comes from a very humble family and I don’t know up to what point they relied on Edwin’s income. As far as I know, he was paying for his brother’s education, bootstrapping a business with his dad who works in construction and looking for ways to also help his mother, who is a maid, to find an alternate source of income.
Needless to say this is a life-altering situation that is going to be incredibly difficult for his family to overcome. Eduardo (one of Edwin’s friends who helped us contact his family), started a GoFundMe to help them out with the funeral expenses. Any help will surely be greatly appreciated. Here’s the link https://gf.me/u/ykvm62 . He also mentioned that Oscar (Edwin’s brother) is already aware of this effort.”

I write about current events, my poems are fiction, penned during my flights of imagination. The poem below is based on a tragedy that happened two nights ago.  A young soul was called back too soon by the Lord.  He was my son’s friend.  I never met him but heard about him from my son. A hard working, honest, fun loving friendly guy.  These are the times one questions, why? Why?  I guess there is no answer.

a day in a life of hope

started with fun and frolic,

a boat ride down the river,

azure summer sky pierced

with laughter and singing.

sun moved slowly

to the western sky, Continue reading “Uninvited guest”

Eternity Waits -a set of haiku

You gave me your hand

roses bloomed in the desert

and I lost my mind

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River runs to sea

confluence waits eagerly

oblivion waits

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Tumultuous sea

dark sky embraces the waves

horizon waits dawn

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As gentle waves crash

hot sands wait the cooling touch

thirst unquenchable

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Eternity waits

roses fragrance desert nights

time has no meaning


featured image by the author.

A river dies for progress: RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 246 Narrow & Minded

This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .

River takes own course
Create dams, let power flow
Narrow minded cries
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River, narrow, dies
Broad minded man eulogise
Sacrifice worth it
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Mind self interest
Narrow vision, pundits say
Unjust criticism
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Our God is only God
Non-believers be in hell
God narrow minded?

 

 

River Banks : Tuesday Photo Challenge – “Flow / Banks”

This week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt from Frank  is  “Flow ( or is it Bank?)”.  I hope to capture both.

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Crossing the River Brahmaputra from Neemati Ghat To Majuli River Island in a ferry, Assam, India, December 2017
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River Luit, Majuli River Island, Asam, India, December 2017
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Dipholu River, Kaziranga National Park, Assam, India, December 2017

 

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Morning in Varanasi, River Ganga, December 2017

A Walk along Los Alamitos Creek

I did a 8 mile walk along Los Alamitos Creek today.  It had been raining here continuously for last few days. Even as I am writing this post, the house windows are being rattled by gusts of wind. The constant drip drip sound of the rain on the roof is putting me to sleep.

Los Alamitos Creek is about eight miles long, originating in the Santa Cruz Mountains and flowing along the eastern side of Almaden Valley.  The creek joins the Guadalupe River after Almaden Lake. Los Alamitos Creek Trail along the creek is about ten miles long.  The creek becomes a trickle during summer but swells after winter rains.  I wanted to see the creek after the rains and was not disappointed.

As I started from my home, it was cloudy with the sun trying to come out from behind the clouds .28e63dac-bd6b-436e-816f-d5a6c5d0b956 The hills including Mount Umunhum in the west were hazy, covered in rain clouds.  The trail itself is well paved for bicycles, hikers and joggers with small detours that lead from the paved trail to the creek banks in many areas.  I entered the trail after walking about a mile from my home.

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Winter rains had turned the meadows near the creek bed verdant green. Trees, bare naked in winter, against the green meadows and a darkening sky was a sight to behold.c46fbf2c-d2cf-40ff-b804-80e8365237e1_resize

 

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As I was about to return, the rains started. It was a slow drizzle at first but became a driving rain by the time I was about a mile from home. Then just as suddenly a huge gust of wind blew the rain away though I could still see the heavy rains on the hills.  I hurried home as fast as I could praying my tired legs would not slip on the wet pavements.  Though I was extremely tired after the long walk, my heart was full and satisfied.

Divide Artificial – “One-Liner Wednesday”

This post is in response to Linda’s  #1OneLinerWednesday.

As I was walking my dog Skooby today morning, a few lines of a poem was churning in my head.  Normally I will sit down at my PC or jot down in my mobile whenever such things happen but I did not have recourse to any one of those today.  Can’t rely on old memory too much now a days. By the time I sat on my PC, what remained is just one line of the poem. So before I forget, here is to One Liner Wednesday

Race is the cement,
color of skin sand,
language aggregates,
concrete to nationality steel,
building the dividing wall of religion
keeping us apart
while the river of love
from time immemorial
flows with the color of blood,
RED.

How many more moons

‘Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,’ – W.B. Yeats

Rains have stopped long ago
The river shifted
Land under deep water, now
Caked mud  and mass of shifting sand
Million moons have passed
Monsoon and drought
Everpresent harrowing floods
Curse of erosion, a
Constantly changing landscape
Amidst the hardship
Life moves on
Chanting and dancing
Music and culture
Living monasteries
Cycle of life
Constant struggle of
Destruction and construction
As the dragon to the north
Dreams ambitious
To throttle the life line
Turning enchanting island
To lifeless desert
Simple souls carry on
Oblivious of the fate
That may soon befall
How many more moons
How many more moons
Only time will tell

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Image of Majuli Island from Google


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Eleven

Half Full

Optimist but also pragmatist
Always viewed the glass half full
Age and myopia
Has dimmed the distant rim
It’s for the better
As life slowly drains out
Life is still half full
Imagination and insight intact
Day when the boatman arrives
Ferry me across the river Styx
Will be waiting
With excitement
To begin a new journey
Exploration and excitement beckons
No hurry boatman
Whenever the time comes
Will have fun
Crossing the river with you

Broken Heart

Don’t you try to fix  broken heart
Don’t you put some healing balm
Don’t you try to run away
Don’t you cry alone

Don’t you try to drown your sorrows
Drinking whisky and rum
All you get is nasty hangover and
Headache to kingdom come

Broken Heart will not heal
You will be left to mourn alone
Better to start afresh
Let bygone be bygone

Open your heart to the world
Let the light shine
Broken Heart may not heal
But it will learn to sing again

Let love flow like a river
From high above the mountain
Let love heal broken heart
Whole world will be your own

Don’t cry for your broken heart
Whatever happened has happened
Step out to a whole new world
Love will heal your heart of old.