Wednesday, 16 November 2016

...somewhere far...


    
Somewhere far,
in the land of coconut;
the land bounded by sea;
 the land of rivers, somewhere far,
there lies a piece of land,
and there is a home,
 surrounded by trees;
surrounded by plants;
it’s the garden,
the garden I know best;
no, it’s not a planned garden
but one nurtured with love;
a garden of coconuts, mangoes and jack fruits;
a garden of bitter gourd, bottle gourd and
pepper;
a garden of rose, jasmine and shoe flower;
there in the garden is a little fish pond, a well of sweet water
and unknown herbs and blooms;
a garden that smells of trees, flowers, dried leaves and manure
and with a lingering scent of my parents,
their effort and love;
a garden that holds all about being me---
when rain washes its leaves sleepy
with the fullness of water drops
to be fresh and vibrant afterwards,
and the smell of the wet sand---
all about being connected
to an unsaid, unseen truth,
and it lies far behind,
and in all about being me…


12 comments:

  1. so beautifully written Sreeja..."and with a lingering scent of my parents, / their effort and love;" love the lines...

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  2. I think this is exactly the type of garden a beautiful mind has... the one about being you.

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  3. What a special place to go back to your roots...sounds beautiful!

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  4. For me.. it's a river
    i AM raised on with
    so many flowers of Love..
    nurtured from a Grandmother
    long retired before
    oil painting
    like Grand
    Ma moses
    StArted
    in her
    sixties after
    her father's death.. too..
    shot gun home of youth bulldozed
    over on Willing street river town of Milton
    now.. sand patch left.. one Pecan tree and
    a few shrubs small.. but the view of god
    whole
    aCross
    the River
    is as large
    as it is before
    i can speak at age 3..
    hmm... never needed
    any words
    to see THaT
    Garden
    mY.. friEnd.. Sreeja..:)

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  5. What a lovely and meaningful garden ~ This reminds me of my native motherland with the coconuts, mangoes and jack fruits and peppers ~ And this is deep as well:

    with a lingering scent of my parents,
    their effort and love;

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  6. That's so beautiful :) Excellent description ... reading your poem was few minutes of reaching and smelling the mud and fresh leaves of God's own country (Kerala) :)

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  7. love how this garden is written as both far away, and yet a constant part of who you are.

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  8. What a beautiful picture of peace in coconut land.

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  9. to be fresh and vibrant afterwards,
    and the smell of the wet sand---
    all about being connected

    Perfect contention Sreeja! It is all about being connected to nature's blessings that keep us going!

    Hank

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  10. It sounds at once dreamlike and very real, with all those details.

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  11. I love this land of coconut, Sreeja, especially your garden, not planned but nurtured with love - the best kind of garden! I can imagine all the different, colourful fruits, vegetables and wonderfully scented flowers - you've appealed to all the senses. My favourite lines:
    'and with a lingering scent of my parents,
    their effort and love;
    a garden that holds all about being me---'

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