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Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
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Friday, February 18, 2022

Gustav Fröding: Ett grönt blad på marken (A Green Leaf on the ground)




Gustav Fröding, a famous Swedish Poet from Karlstad 



During the dark months, Karlstad Kommun uses a projector to project some of Froding's poetry by the side of his statue in the city. 




Grönt! Gott,

friskt, skönt vått!

Rik luft, mark!

Ljuvt stark,

rik saft,

stor kraft!

Friskt skönt

grönt!


Green! Good,

healthy, nice and wet!

Rich air, land!

Sweet strong,

rich juice,

great power!

Fresh nice

green!


Obviously the poem is written about spring, and the leaves that bring greenery. 







Friday, May 8, 2020

Where We Are!!

  • I cannot believe that I have not reposted this already, since I first posted it nearly seven years ago (June 13, 2013).  I run this poem in my head even today sometimes.  Where am I with regards to home?  I am in transition again, only I have no clue where I will end up this time. I had thought returning to the US when I left it years ago.  Today, little desire remains except some emotional link that i spent a good portion of my youth there, and that was where I learnt to 'jostle' with the world.
  • Pictures on this post were taken between 2009-2013 in Thailand, England, Singapore Swede and Spain. 



Where we are (for edward field)



Flamenco Dancer, Cadiz, Spain, 2013.  I was in Cadiz, Spain on an Erasmus exchange for a week and my colleagues took me to this Flamenco club.  i remember one of the men almost crying at some of the lyrics. I can easily understand, I feel the same way about some songs from India.



Karlstad, Sweden, 2010.  My very first semester in Sweden, at Gustav Frdoing's house, which is well maintained and used as art gallery and a party place for organisations.  Its called Alters Herrgård. Alter's (a lake) farm.  That's inside a tree that was carved out from inside, as an art work....





McCafe, Copenhagen, Denmark, 2013.  McCafe's are a European thing.  For all my dislike of fast food, and what they come with many of these places are fancily created and give a sense --that at least some time was put into the design, compared to regular McDees!


Resting, Prayer Room in  Mosque at an airport, Bangkok, Thailand, 2009.  I remember this one like it was yesterday.  I had arrived at the airport in the middle of the night and my friend was supposed to pick me up in the morning. His employee had taken me to this place to rest.  People in transit were sleeping around and there were a few who were sitting with joined hands.  


Grand Palace, Bangkok, Thailand, 2009.  All those who go to Thailand have to visit this place....much history and great beauty.




A bag of te tarik (Indian tea, in a disposable plastic bag) with a backdrop of Singapore’s Skyscraper, November 2012.  Every few years I try to give up tea.  But tea with milk is my comfort food.  And I had been to Singapore in 2010 for work, but in 2012, it was a combination of research and then a few days off.  So, I tried to experience the same old things I had enjoyed. Here is tea with milk, called Te-tarik (fresh tea with milk) against the backdrop of high-rise.  It is served in plastic bags, really hot, but a straw is attached to it as a rubber band is wrapped around the bag.  You can hand the tea to the side of your bag, on your key chain or simply dangle on your finger.  I understand we should reduce the use of plastic but paper cups are just as bad.  I would prefer Kullar, but this one seemed a good innovation for a busy city like Singapore and Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia). I just love Asia!




Nottingham Eye, January, 2011.  I had gone there for some work and at night went out for  a walk.  And how can you miss these big markers. 

Nottingham, January, 2011


Nottingham, January, 2011 (Another view).


Nottingham, January, 2011 --England smells more of India than certain parts in India....


Nottingham, January, 2011 --England’s love with curry and Indian food is written all over...9500 Indian restaurants in London alone....


where we are (for edward field)
I have loved this poem since I heard it over a decade ago at 9 am, in State College, on NPR.  Garrison Keillor's voice still rings in my ears--
Deep, slightly gruff--' I am talking about hope'.
At the time I had just moved back to State College from Clarion to continue working on my grad school.  I loved State College so it was like coming home.  I was just as lost as I am now.  But for a short time I felt at home.  And there was a sense of hope, a goal.
Years later, I cannot say that i have two homes, I have none, and yet a piece of my heart has been left behind in so many places.  I present this poem here to share it with the readers, but also for me to be able to locate it --on demand!!
And I dedicate this to a friend who, along with his wife is returning to the US at the end of the summer.  I hope he is always returning home, whether he is in Sweden or in the US!!

Friday, 22 June 2001
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Poem: "where we are (for edward field)," by Gerald Locklin.
where we are
i envy those
who live in two places:
new york, say, and london;
wales and spain;
l.a. and paris;
hawaii and switzerland.

there is always the anticipation
of the change, the chance that what is wrong
is the result of where you are. i have
always loved both the freshness of
arriving and the relief of leaving. with
two homes every move would be a homecoming.
i am not even considering the weather, hot
or cold, dry or wet: i am talking about hope.

Friday, November 2, 2018

Swedish Haiku




Swedish Autumn, Like Nowhere Else!!

My first year in Sweden, years and years ago..ha, ha...I went to this music festival. A colleague played there so I went with another colleague. Both of us had started together, and he wanted to attend.  Soon as we arrived at the festival, we were all in different directions.  All following what we liked about the festival.  There was a young man, who was writing Haikus.  He would write a personal one for everyone who visited.  


Following is the one for me. I kept it in my office, hanging on a board for all these years.  But, as I was organising, I typed it down, so that I can immortalise my first August in Sweden and that sweet boy, who chose to give people the gift of word.

Interestingly, I understand this now, I can actually understand this beautiful poem...


Dimman sänker sig
Över min svala skogs tjärn
Solen är min vän

The Fog descends
over my cold (cool) forest lake
the Sun is my friend

At the bottom he scribbled this note.  I did not understand much.  But today I see how he is using words ...to create poetry...


sjön --lake ---not tjärn (meaning star) as written
svala _(cool) not kalla (meaning cold)!!

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Remember!

First Published on June 6, 2010---here it is again......as we move from crisp winter to fuzzy, and yet cold spring....




Close to Suva Point, Suva, Fiji, April 2009

Suva, Fiji, April 19, 2009

Remember the sunshine....

A matted fan
in the window,
a fresh orchid
in the green house
dangling shell earrings
on milk white skin
surrounded by
tousled yellow hair
bright floral prints with
hibiscus and bird of paradise
peek from behind a parka
a glare from a
bright shell bracelets
blinds me

the lake free from the clutches of winter now
flows in and
every sparkle
every laughter of the sunny day
sounds like the same 2 words
in all the languages
I know....

*remember fiji?*

CU June 10, 2010.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Teachings of Rumi



Another one that has resurrected!!  Teaching of Rumi, from shortly before I moved to Fiji. I used to spend endless hours at Barnes and Nobles to simply absorb as much as I could with my favourite tea and calming and cool music in the background.  I had a feeling that I will not get that in Fiji, even though sun and sunny days will make up for the cold and rainy days...in some ways.  Books, and book stores would become rare.  And they were.  They were certainly not as fancy.

This one, I wrote down, during the time I used to spend time with Mr. Montgomery, a senior gentleman who I befriended, and who taught me much about books, and laughing at life, in a matter of 12 months that we knew each other before I left. He deserves a post!!

PS: Do you notice that the writing has deteriorated already?  This is post graduate school.  I already seem in so much rush, and not quite together....as if running out of time. Boy, the things our own handwriting---interaction between pen and paper tells us....

So, here is the beautiful poem:

Drowned in my sorrow
Why do you torment me too?

Bent to the ground by the world,
Why do you kick me too?
I received my life from You,


Tell me, do you want it back?


Rumi, Teachings of Rumi


Sunday, May 1, 2016

A Smile in the Sky

A Smile in the Sky
Was at a cafe with a friend, when I saw this. I took a picture of it, as a reminder of the gift from up above.

Ah you say, but it is upside down? an indication of a frown?
I beg to differ

In understanding--It is we who are limited.  Not like us does the sky pose--For the sky is limitless and 
no one knows where is its nose!!

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Where Roads are Made...

Where Roads are Made, I loose my way---
                                       Tagore, The Fruit gathering


This little one had a big name, Bahadur (brave) or something. I loved his innocent face and asked his mother if I could take his picture. Paro, Bhutan, 2012

A over head view of Paro Cho (river), Paro, Bhutan, 2012




Budha Point, Thimphu, Bhutan, 2012


Three School girls returning home….two of them on the ground, because they had started laughing at something, as all young girls do. They laughed so hard that they lost control--oh, the joy….., Paro, Bhutan, 2012



Where roads are made I lose my way.

In the wide water, in the blue sky there is
no line of a track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings,
by the star-fires, by the flowers of the
wayfaring seasons.
And I ask my heart if its blood carries the
wisdom of the unseen way.

                                                                       Tagore, The Fruit gathering

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Swedish Summer





Stockholm at 2 a.m. June, 2011


Karlstad, Sweden at 9 pm, June, 2011



Karlstad, Sweden (from a swing in a park), 7 pm. February, 2011


Karlstad, Sweden at 9 pm, June, 2011


Karlstad from Plane, May 2011


Karlstad from Plane, May 2011



Swedish Summer

Last dredging of snow
And it is early May
Birds are beginning to talk
and ice has gone away

The nights become light
The light more bright
A look out the window
At 23:00 hrs.
And one may spot a rainbow

A barbeque at midday
Precedes a bonfire
Slight jackets
Over T-shirts
A regular summer attire

No more sleet
The air is sweet
The Sun is alive
The Stars on 
a vacation

I hear
Nature’s determination

So different from
The winter
The winter that is stark
When all remains dark
Stars and moon work
Overtime

Children’s laughter
Their squeals
Their chatter
Their hopes
Their dreams

The only thing 
That remains
Constant
Like the sky
Behind every season
As our slow
Rhythmic breath
Behind
Medley of thoughts
Year after
Year…. 

Could life be more beautiful?