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  Feb 2021 Valsa George
RAJ NANDY
Dear Friends, as the year 2020 comes to a close, the poet Raj Nandy here shares his few nostalgic and passing thoughts, as he sits in his rocking chair and ponders about life. Dedicated to John Stevens who is also on his 77th year like me.With best wishes, - Raj, New Delhi.

A POET’S NOSTALGIC THOUGHTS
When the Autumn leaves start to fall,
With Winter lurking just behind,
The year is gradually coming to a close,
With nostalgic memories haunting my
mind.

Those loving faces I had once known,
Have all departed one by one.
As I sit and dose in my rocking chair,
Bathed by the Autumn’s mellow sun.

Those nostalgic faces beckon me,
As the day gradually comes to an end.
And I ponder in my rocking chair,
Has all this living been in vain?

Next, I hear and see Children laugh
and play,
Around the Snowman they had made.
Life’s eternal force is suddenly all
around me,
Which shall surely conquer death!

The Winter has been severe this year,
And the landscape is covered in a thick
blanket of ice.
But the snow shall melt one day and
buds shall bloom,
Can Spring my friends be far behind?
                                                    -By Raj Nandy, 27 Dec 2020.
NOTE:-
In  Poetry the  imagery of Children & Spring have been traditionally used to represent resurgence and continuation of Life.

Look in the mirror
Don’t look beyond
It’s you
Practice and perfect
Your moves
The eyes that you set on
Is all yours to behold
Believe
In
Your inner strength
Radiance of the soul
Revealed


🔆🔆🔆
You took my words
Made them your own
Didn’t give me credit
Or even throw me a bone
The lack of ethics on full display
Front page news
The headliner today

(Make this a safe place to be
For a writer to feel free)







Plagiarism : to copy and pass off (the expression of ideas or words of another) as one's own : use (another's work) without crediting the source

From the Latin word plagiarius meaning“kidnapper”.
Posting or copying other people’s work and taking credit for yourself is wrong.  The ransom you pay is your ethics...maybe more
I was eighteen
a twisted vine and green
I went to California
I had dreams

I rode trollys
I was full of folly
I crossed the Golden Gate
Broke off sacred holly

I wanted to find myself
In and of itself
I found out who I wasn't
An inconvience of oneself

As hard as I tried the
tears for nothing I cried
My blood wasn't home
Yes you are ! I lied and lied and lied

I'm nothing special
I'm not spatial
A fish gulping air
A lost looking ******

So go back home
Feel it in the bone
So I rode the bus
California ! I moan


(Eureka ! I have found it !)
California State Motto
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AKSuBBTh7Y

External decorations of solid gold heralding entrances of Axi Mundi creation, paintings and sculptures of another era, sacred eyes await at the forefront.
Feel free to enter in, peace, love, understanding, mystical adoration all here. Present in this place the Sanctuary bliss of those who trust.  You are welcome to walk through; (B)
A Crevole Madonna by Duccio, an ecclesiastical architecture of a cathedral diagram.  Walls to window, walsl to window , stained glass Saints  are watch you.
Teer upon teer  you and the Deity, have  dominion here. Solid wood and thin veneer ,  why have you come here r ? (B)
If you have entered the main doors, then you belong here, join the monastic foundations of the Holy order. Inside these empty pews the sacred space is here for you. If you long to belong, then do not fear the light , come join the choral of angels that hover over here, close and near.
Walk through the pillars and settle into the nave of the Church.
Make yourself at home. (B)
Let us climb to the spire roof , by the bell tower, where the ears listen and the souls open, prepared to live a life of purity and joy, we hear the bells ring, and remember, forgotten Cathedrals of old .
Whispering "you are home, " Like children of the light that enter in
as the doors open, we recall the long forgotten sermons of yesterday
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