|| i chose you ||

To writ together

that magic world love

on the sea-shore

i chose you

as one would

a virginal sheet of paper.

Nascent dreams chose you

to put the light

of the full moon

in the eyes of your heart.

To place in your palm

the melting warmth of love

the glowing elixir of my palm

i chose you

for you are the

companion of my soul.

(Painting : Seema Kohli)

Book About The NETHERLANDS written by Dr. Pushpita handed to the AMBASSADOR in INDIA

The book 'Netherland versus Holland Life Culture' written in Hindi by Dr. Pushpita Awasthi on the Netherlands and the Sarnami and Hindi language handed over by editor Dinesh Chandra Bhatt to the Chargé d’Affaires a.i. Mr. Alibux of the Surinam Embassy and to the Dutch ambassador Mr. Stoelinga.
The book is about Dutch history, culture, religions, social system, educational system, literature, art, cinema, cuisine etc. The book also deals with the relationship between the Sarnami language and the Hindi language. Sarnami is spoken in Surinam and in the Kingdom of the Netherlands by the Dutch of Surinam origin. The origin of the Sarnami language lies in India.
In the Netherlands the book will be presented to the Ambassador of India in the Netherlands Mr Rajesh Nandan Prasad, in the Gandhi Centre located in The Hague during the International Hindi Conference on June 25th. The conference will be attended by among others: Rabin Baldewsingh, deputy mayor of the Hague, Mr Bhagat Singh Koshiyari, Member of Indian Parliament and Annette van der Hoek, Indologist. Hindi and Sarnami writers and poets will be part of the conference. During the conference Dutch writers promoting Sarnami and Hindi Language will be honored.

|| the statue in the rock ||

The statue in the rock

through their worship

they create love

with their faith impregnated

mind

deep within themselves

they produce

a new

kind of folk art

through their devotion

they are endlessly filled

with faith and love

that is reflected in their ecstatic eyes

echoing the resounding silence of their

lips

creating a serenity in their soul

where worship produce love

where worship is love

through their devotion

they yearn to be touched

after the NIRJALA VRIT

devotion

demands total submission

before the image of
worship

emerging from beyond the soul

the touch of the stone-image of their

devotion

is converted into their hands

as a response to their touch

into an experience of the divine power

of their object of adoration

flowing dissolved into their blood

through their devotion

they are touched

as if by the father of the mountain as in

the case with the mother of the rivers

devotion

bestows boundless love

a virtual sea of honey

that the legs would rush

to witness again and again

through their unbounded, deep

passion for worship

they hope to reach

the boundless of the soul

which in the eyes of the worshippers

is injecting divine splendor

into the stone-image

just like the body

enlivens itself with love.

(Painting : Kalamkari Painting. Kalamkari is an ancient Indian art that originated about 3000 years ago.)

|| that letter ||

The letter

will arrive and enquire after sorrow

words

that will wipe off the tears from

the eyes,

the seat of love

downtown

in any part

at any restaurant

on any stage

on any bench

when entering any lodge

just as entering any inch, for

instance,

but unlike exploring a certain

familiar spot

a record

with data

and the promptness of the postal

service

the letter

whose words will bridge over time

at times through tearful eyes

at times with dry shivering lips

at times as long, deep and weary

sighs of happiness when

the eyes will quietly fix upon them

having read the words the eyes will

know the wet grief of

the lingering agony of a

muffled and distressing loneliness

that cannot be told to anybody

but to

the very soul of the letter.

(Painting : Isabel Pinheiro)

|| toys ||

Children grow

toys become small

the mother stores

the toys to touch

their leftover childhood.

As soon as the

children know the lie

of life hidden in toys

they leave home

in search of the

truth of life.

The mother looks

for their fingers

hidden in their toys

to forget the pain

of the separation

from the child

gone abroad she

kisses the toys

her children kissed.

Touching the memories

of her children left in

the toys she eases the

pain of her memories.

In her memories she

keeps her children's toys

and in toys her hungry

motherly touch thinking

the toys too miss her children.

Sometimes she puts

the old tricycle in

the forlorn garden and

remembers her children's

feet now in military boots

or trudging alien paths.

With her old eyes

the mother blessed the

dreamy new world of

her children's eyes

that is untouched by

tears of slavery even

now she e-mails to

them the magic messages

from childhood scriptures

and life - 'a slave is happy

not even in his dreams'

'love truly and thou shall be united

with thy love.'

As soon as the

children know the lie

of life hidden in toys

they leave home

in search of the

truth of life.

Leaving the toy animals

children set out to win

the war against the animal

hidden within men.

Abandoning toy planes

and cars
children leave in search
of a new life

better than their parent's

they had heard in their father's

heartbeat seen swinging

in their mother's eye.

(Painting : Milly Martionou)