Dedicated to Andaman & Nicobar Islands where I lived from 1978 to 1980. Visited it in 2009.Unforgettable place.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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Poem-Two Roses
Wave No.30 Dec. 13 1983
Two Roses
- S. Balakrishnan
Two Roses, majestic and in full bloom
From the lawns of Raj Bhawan
Stealthily did I pluck them
To add luster to my drab dungeon
See you in the morn
Goodnight for now, I kissed the duo
As the kettle whistled with bed tea
I remembered my mom’s recipe
Wow, two rose petals in a cup of tea
Well, the tired roses would anyway soon die
Tired and hungry after office routine
In the evening did I return and ….
Now, only the twigs remain
Full of thorn and leaves so green
Well, what do you think of me?
Am I a stupid goat to eat them too?
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Dec. 10 1983 - 2nd Saturday. I visited my friend, Mr. P. Bhaskaran, in CRPF duty at Raj Bhawan. As I returned at 6 PM, I plucked two roses just in front of Raj Bhawan Secretariat. On the way, people looked questioningly - Roses for lover, eh? I put them in the bulb-turned-flower vase. He visited me on the 13th and asked about the roses - I showed him my tummy!
Poem-Bon Voyage
Wave No.29 Nov. 19 1983
Happy Sailing [Bon Voyage]
- S. Balakrishnan
Oh, come, together we shall sail
On a tiny yacht with colourful sail
Oh, come, together we shall hail
The wonderful East we can meet
If the seven seas we will beat,
We can laugh at the mad West
With the sun, moon & stars showing the route
And the friendly dolphins as our mate
Oh, come, it is a deal with our fate
Ah, dear, never you bother
It’ll be the safest journey ever
Please do come, we shall sail together
Just give me some paper for ship shaping
And an armchair for daydreaming
There we are, on our Happy Sailing!
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As I was crafting a paper ship at Cuttack Office on Dec. 18 1982 5 PM
Poem-The Outing
Wave No. 28 1983
The Outing
- S. Balakrishnan
The weather was superb, I mused
And, it would remain that, I knew too;
‘Cause, warned the weatherman,
It would rain cats and dogs
So I went on an outing
That was miserably memorable
Sweating up the hill with a burst tire
My knapsack was a total mess
Broken eggs, melted butter, wet matches
Bread and jam full with ants!
Self-pity overwhelming, as I slumped down
A bird shit on my head, a thorn pricked my bottom
As I opened the book ‘Stop worrying, start running’,
Weather prediction came true and it started raining
Need I to say that without thinking
I stopped worrying and started running!
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Provoked by the Hindi song “Oh, bemaan hai aaj mausam” broadcast by Vivid Bharati, Cuttack, in Nov. 1982
I wish you were here ...
Wave No. 27 Nov. 19 1983
I wish you were here…
- S. Balakrishnan
I wish you were here
At my side on the banks of Mahanadi
On a night like this one
When the moon is all shine
Oh, how I wish you were here
The stretch of silver sand
And the song of gentle waves
All but remind me of you
At my side, hand in hand,
Saying nothing but everything
Oh, how nice if you could be here
Whispering wind whisking your hair on my face
I wish you were here at my side
Near the river when the moon is all shine
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I think I composed this sitting on the banks of Mahanadi, Cuttack, reclining in the cement bench near Gadagadia Temple, on a full moon night - April 16 1981. In fact, the night I am putting this down on paper is only a night away from the full moon night.
Poem-How could I leave thee?
Wave No. 26 Nov. 18 1983
How could I leave you?
- S. Balakrishnan
Yes, I would still prefer to be in Orissa.
The winter maybe cold & unfriendly
The summer, too hot there
And, when the rains do come at last,
The roads are dirty & rivers in full fury
But, still ...how could I leave you?
The lovely air, crisp & healthy,
And the cool waters of Mahanadi,
I had not breathed enough
I had not drunk enough
How could I leave so soon?
The crowded bazaar -
Full of life & colour
With scents of flowers
Handsome arts & crafts
Friends - few but sincere- and
The happy moments we spent together
Monuments of lore standing high
And the colourful functions & festivities
Mahanadi, the eternal charmer of me,
How could I ever leave thee?
The awesome sunrises, enchanting twilights
And the amorous full moon nights -
I had shared these most beautiful moments -
Walking, pedaling & boating - with you
Tell me; oh tell me, how could I ever leave thee?
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Note: A letter dated 27th April 1983 from Janab Syed Taher Ahmad, Cuttack (Indian Bank) reached me in Madras (now Chennai) on the 30th. I was in Madras on leave, for my B. Com. III year exam when I had been transferred from Cuttack in Orissa to Gangtok in Sikkim. I had informed him of this development. In his reply, he had said, “Life in Cuttack is dull, drab & insipid. Summer is scorching. Days hot, evenings breezeless and load shedding in nights!’, and had asked, “Still would you prefer Cuttack?’. Thus ended his lovely letter, which I was munching on May 1, without concentrating on my lessons, when this poem (if one can call so) arose.
Indira Point - At the confluence of Indian Ocean
At the confluence of the Indian Ocean
Indira Point is the southern tip of Great Nicobar Island. |
LAND'S END: Beautiful, and as yet unspoiled.
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