'Bhramon'er Lepchajagot....

'jato asha pather asha'...aar path daktei..mon khunjlo pahare neer..tai chollam Lepchajagot...pather je chharano pathorgulo-sukna,kalijhora,tindhoria,gayabari...par holam eke eke.....siligurir jano- jangoler katha na hoy uhyoi thaklo....purono bondhu Toy-Trainer sangeo pothe hothat dekha..sador sambhashan....ankabanka pahari path beye tung-sonada-ghum...ebar jeep chharar pala karon ghum thekei aamra jabo lepchajagot....statione garom garom momo galaddhokaron kore kinchit uttap barano holo....himel hawa-durer tista,ghas ful, chayer dokan...abohelar kono Uncle Chipps...shab apatato smriti...jeep chharlam..anyo janbahoner khonj.....juteo gelo bhaloi.. gari chepe ajanar dike......7 kms dure lepchajagot....hoyto aapnadero moner thikana..aami shudhu amar galpotai boli,kemon?????....
      chai...chhai...chhaironga andhokar......sabuj-o chhai...kuashar moho-aboran bhenge beriye ashe constable-er stour valley....chhotto gramkhani....bidesh to noy sotti.....tabe ekhane bodhoy kono 'ranjana' thake...dhalu path beye adh furlong mato jetei lal tilar dutola forest bungalow ....sada tar dewal......dekhbo ki??probol kampo...gaye sudrirho rakshakaboch....sphitokay... ekadhik....sheetbastro...:),,( aami aabar ektu sheete kabu kina, na hypothyroid noi..).....jatodur chokh jay..kuasha...aadiganto kuasha....pashe ghanoghor jangol..surjer aalo bishesh pouchhoy na....bhoy-o hochhe.....caretaker Mangolram aagei janiye diyechhen...'bhallu' aar 'gulbagh'er sakriyo upostithir katha.....hothat kuasha shore akasher ek phali....tate 'tara jhilmil swapno michhil'....tabe michhil khubi khudro..hariye gechhe....adrishter chhayapathe....rate tap ebong khadye pushto hote satang dining -room-e....pashei janala..abishranto jhijhir dak......aar nightjar...aar stabddho rater jharna.....dhoya otha apurbo chicken curry...jalta aparthibo...jharnari habe bodhoy..ja thanda...achirei 'vasovagal attack' habe..kal sakale prothomei jabo jharnar dhare..khujbo anekdin aage dekha uttarbanger mayurkonthee projapoti.....tabe ekhon baire jawa jabe na..atmohatyar basona nei..ghare phire hate khola Ruskin Bond-er pata..."Mountains in my Blood'...sotti..pahar je aar kato bhabe dakbe????.........
     aabar sakal.....'bhor holo bibhabaree..'.....kuasha bileen...kuhelio..... uthechhe megh-bhanga roddur...jai hok....rate kancher janalay kono hingshro mukh nidrapaton ghatanni....thak.......dekhi aaj shudhu chharano mayake......kato phul....aster,ganda, cosmos-er to mela boseichhe..tar sange....grape hyacinths,iris........"valley of flowers'?????..tafat nei beshi...bhrurigangao achhe je..chhoto nirajhorini rupe...chaturpashe ranger pashora....namhara gandho,pakhir dak......kon pakhi bhabtei bhabi Jagodishmamar katha..na oto dhairyo nei khonjar.....kintu sei bhalobashai ki achhe adimatar proti??ki jani..pare bhabbo.....bhule gechhi anek kichhui..Beethoven-er 5th symphony-o to anekta pare porlo mone.......jak....dure baje mesh paloker banshi..kono rag-i jake dhorte parchhe na.....adurer oi ghum-ghum-ghumonto pahargulo dur-dur digante chhaya phelchhe....bhije ghase khali paye hanti..'Jonk'er bhoy periyei....aaj aamra jabo sukhiya....ekhan theke 5 kms...jeep-e noy.....pa duto achhe ki jonyo???....pratorash aager rater matoi lobhoniyo..tai barnona diye lobh baralam na....dhore newa jak..ekhane din dashek thakle je kono pagla dashui bhimbhabani hoye uthbe...!!!!:)....
    ebar shukiya....path chole gechhe miriker dike...mohimo-moy shanti.....prithibir jabotiyo ashanti sattveo...payer neeche jhore para gachher pata....shukno hoye asha phul....nistabdho mohiruhora...'aranyak' jagote aamra jeno kono agantuk..asubho barta niye esechhi.....diner alor oti lajuk, bheeru probesh!!!surjo ekhane backdrop-e!!!.....tobu jamdooter mato ashe mirikgamee bus-ra.....oituku samoy jeno peronor apeksha kori..tarpor aabar sei galpo..ektu hanti..ektu thami...ektu gobheer nishwas....pathe panchadebir bibarno mandir...almorar kachhardebir katha mone pare.....edike takai......upotyakar dike......'banglar rup'....bidesh..surrey- salzburg...ek hoye jay....megh-chhera akash, neeler unkijhunki,sabuj ghas....majhe majhe ghas khay khayeri ranger ghora...sisire chhoya sabuj ghaser daga..chhotto kather bari....barir chhhoto ganda aar geraniumer bagan......ektukro sobjir khet...dewale squasher lata....bachhader golapi gaal...kato kichhu!!!...aar majhe pa bhijiye dichhe bhishon abdhyotay..'jhiri jhiri jhora tir tiri nache re'..shudhu akaron khushi.....hothat sukhiya..kolahal...jeno 'swargo hote biday'....klanto lage,,,,,tai taratari pherar jonyo byasto hoi....ekti dokane dhuki.kamolalebu kinte....duti bhaibon........school-e pare dujonei...anindyosundar hasi tader!!hridoy hoy sotti alokananda......aamra kabe eirakom hasi haste parbo??kabe????........dokan theke beriye..pherar path...phire elam...sei path,sei chinho,sei trino, sei algochher batas buke niye....kintu 'tobu bhorilo na chitto'...kothay aamar praner aaram??kothay kanchanjangha??dekha ki milbe adou????....tobu......pore asha bikele ektu baire hanta....sheet portei gharer uttapey...gaan gai..'hridoyer ekul okul dukul bheshe jay,hay sajoni,uthole nayanobari...'
    dwitiyo bhor..besh sakale uthechhi..ashay ashay..... andhokar katchhe.....samne aamar swapnomoy dheere dheere hajir......aste aste puro range!!!!'chander pahar' chhere suryer pahar  hoye uthchhe.......swetosubhro,shantinirmal,anirbansundar kanchanjangha!!!!shab pawa hoye gelo....baki kichhui ki nei????.......'phuray ja ta phuray shudhu chokhe.''.megh dhaklo na hoy bela porte.....tabu...aalor gaan uthchhe barbar......muktir ki anondo!!!atol,.kobi payni....aami sakkhat pelam tomar..aabar...dhonyo...:)
    tobu Lepcha chhari.....pichhe pore thake pray aamar shabkhani...-akash,ghas,pakhi,phul,hawa,mati,buno gandho......aamar jharnar dhare priyo chatalta...jekhane abishto aami shuntei thaktam..Mozart aar Manuel......notun kore phire pawa basonter gaan......'hridoye khuder gandho lege thake akanshar..'...Mangolram hasimukhe balen- 'Phir Milenge'...Mangolram aar cooker sathe chhobi tuli.....kichhuta chirantan karar proyashe.....tarpor....Darjeeling-er bus daray....pather shab chawa-pawa niye bus-e uthi...'pathe chalar nityo rashe,dine dine jeebon uthe mati..'

My Turning...

The traffic doesn't stop here
And numbers don't add up
This place
Is unexpected
And feared
Like the death of a loved one...
I give birth
To tiny trees
In the baby nursery
Of my tiny balcony alcove....
They bloom like monsoon grass
For I create each day in them.
You will never find your way
This side
or thereabouts
For the place has no address.
It's as unknown
as I am
or as outmoded
As feral love
And unplanned nature...
I don't believe
In the finality of darkness
I grow tiny suns
within my quota of lights
I want the end
As morning....

Shortcut....

Rocky plain this side;
To the north-west
On the paling horizon
Nearer those memories
Linger tiny hyacinth-ponds
In shades of red and ochre....
The mind is boggy
with cloudy marshes
Dotted with rambling hedges
and fading wild birds;
The narrow strip of fairy farmland
Broken into
Ravaged long ago
In search of infinite fruits;
The momentary surprises
of rare evergreens ,
Pink raintrees,
Flowering shrubs,
have all lapsed
Into dusty old albums...
Look
Those little people
Who still laugh and cry
and fail to grow up
Are inching forward
Towards us
Thinking
We are the quickest way
There...

A Fine Day to leave.....

I wish to leave on a day like this
with a February sun,
Balmy and benign,like a mother's scolding....
Salvia and pansies are in bloom,
Rosebuds have opened obediently 
as per diktat of season.
My love is alive and well,
happy beyond my belief..
so that I let him hold my hand
for a while.
I wish to leave now
when friends are still friends,
their smiles like the first summer shower..
Guavas have fresh, crisp taste of our
girlhood,
when we returned from school
in rain drenched clothes.
If I leave now,
I'll take a bit of this warm sun,
A bit of this love,
a lot of this friendship,
A bite of tangy guava....

'meghe dhaka tara' o bharotiyo shastriyo sangeet....ekti sarangsho....

'bohujuger opar hote' bharotiyo sastriyo sangeet bangla chalochitrer mohomudgar-samo itihas-ke barongbar korechhe..sadyosnato...mone pare..'meghe dhaka tara', 'kshudito pashan','jalsaghar'...kakhono vilayet, kakhono ali akbar-nikhil,kakhono ba bahadur khan..kakhono purabi-sree,kakhono khammaj tar ajashro rupsamogree niye,kakhono sarang,kakhono mallar,kakhono basant,kakhono marwa-todi-puriya-ashabari,kakhono sei chena bondhu iman ba behager preme anka...kakhono barshar durantogoti meghbalika,kakhono basanter utola dalpala,kakhono sharoter shonajhara rod aar kakhono ba ghrishmer agnidagddho basan...'meghe dhaka tara'r kathatei ashi...protiti sure jeno manobmoner proti anu-paramanu bhaswar...angiker katha jodi chherei di-i,taholeo dhara jak..sei drishyota....neeta ashe...tarthik pashe batgachhti...takhon bajlo natmallar..sei sure 'haripado kerani' ki 'akbar badshah' habar swapno antato dekhtei pare...athoba achirei chole jete pare..tari matite gara kono baikunthapure..sei bohusruto 'lagi lagan' bad-i di-i...ba chhere di' jai maata'r katha....thak 'karim naam tero'r sei anabil hridoytaper aabesh...shesh drishyo...'megh'er chhadmagambhirjo,'bibhas'er sangbedonsheelota aar iman kalyaner madhurjo ...aabar kakhono baje kalangra,kakhono mishro kedara,..kakhono ba kichhuta basantbaharer resh.....se emon maya.....pa rakhteo je bhoy kare....thak se katha...se suro- jharnay akashe ki dekha mele na neetari ashrubashpe punjeebhuto kono sadyojato sajol chhayar???aar sei sathe...amaderi moner kone gore ki othe na sukh-dukkher kono 'gahan ghano'???ashchorjo ei bini-sNutor mala...aar er jorei benche thake....'meghe dhaka tara'ra...thik e bhabei doityoloker ruddhaduar bhenge surer amritomanthan kore..bishadhar thak dure...shudhu boli...'dukkhero timire jodi jwale tabo mangolo-aalok/tabe tai hok'..alamiti bistareno...

chalochitre rabindranath....

maharatheeder niye..

rabindranathke shabcheye sunipun bhabe dhorechhen,jatodur mone hoy,tapan sinha...matamat bhinna hoteo pare..kintu 'atithi'-r banshir sure 'aamar mukti' ba kunjabone 'bhenge mor gharer chabi'...madhyorate kichhu bipathgamee chheler hate cricket ball aar 'alo aamar alo'...'hate bajare'-r tarange tarange 'ogo nodi'...'kshudito pashan'-e 'kaise kate rajoni'-r sathe 'je rate mor' ba 'temoni tomar bani,marmotale jay hani'...eishob mone pore boiki..tabe e katha nirdwidhay swikar korte kono badha nei je...ritwiker 'meghe dhaka tara' ba 'komal gandhar' ba 'jukti takko gappo'-te debabratar galay je apurbo suromurchhonar shrishti hoyechhe....tar punarjanmo...na habe na...aamari gharer kone deboloker jyotsna jeno achhre porechhe..ba 'subarnarekha'y jharapatar sathe chhoto seetar 'aaji dhaner khete'..tar-i ba tulona koi???..'komal gandhar'e- anil chattopadhyayke bhulbo na..aar bhulobo na sei amar shilpike..'ghase ghase'..pa phellen anilbabu...dur digantare kurseonger pahar....chokhe mukhe ki adbhut 'bishmoy'..ba bolpure khowaiteere dur theke aparthibo lage 'jyotsnarate shabai gechhe bone..''meghe dhaka tara'....keno aar boli????bhasha ki achhe???....alonadharir,bhanga chaler phutophata aar prithibir aayu...'andhokare roinu pore swapano mane/jhar je tomar jayodhwaja tai ke jane..'....'jukti'te sei aakul prarthona..'era tomay kichhu debe na/mithya kahe shudhu kato ki bhane..'ba....duti prapto bayoshko manusher premer nibedan..'aamar ange ange ke bajay...sahosa mone jage asha..'..satyjiter prosange ashi....bhalo lage...'monihara'-y 'dur akashey miliye jawa 'baje karuno sure', 'shakha-proshakha'-y aranyogobheere 'morilo mori hay','charulata'-y charur galay sei lolito basanter dak...'phule phule'..kimba..'ganashotru'-te andhokar ghanano jeeboner majhe 'ekhono gelo na aandhar'..aar..shabar upore ..'kanchanjangha'-y sei tulonarohito taan..abikal jeno sarater brishti...'e parabashe rabe ke'...mon udas korbei..tobe kothay jeno mone hoy...satyjiter shaktir gadyo-te ekmatro 'charulata' ba 'postmaster' chhara rabindranther sebhabe kuhelika unmochan hoyechhe ki??bishoyta nissandehe alochyo... 

sei samoyer aaro kichhu chhobi...

parthoprotimer 'chhayasurjo'-te sei protham premer mukul aar brishtibheja hridoye 'eso aamar ghare eso'..oi chhobitei chinmoy-sumitra-r kanthe ranchir ban-jangole mishe jawa 'mone ki dwidha'..'bibhas' chhobite hemanter galay 'jakhon porbe na mor'...ba..'ektuku chhoyan lage'-te shireeshshakhar patha cheye thaka chironotun pranganer khonj..'agniswar'e 'tobu mone rekho' aar agniswarer sei swatosphurto protikriya..charan paduka baire rekhe probesh..taruna majumdar-er 'nimantran'-e bhubonmonomohini 'dure kothao' ba 'dadar kirti'r sei chiroporichito gaan ' charano dhorite dio go aamare'..aar tari sannikate sei sakoutak prasongikata...'bigolito karuna'-y nabojatok jamuna aar 'anandodhara' aar hridoyer jatajal chhinre muktir aovan...ba..arektu egiye gele..'bouthakuranir hat'-e 'kandale tumi more'..'phirbo nare phirbo na aar phirbo nare'.....'anek aager 'udayer path'er katha..sekhaneo bimal roy byabohar byabohar korechhilen supriti ghoshke..."chander hasi bandh bhengechhe'.....'eshab mone pare boiki... 

ekhonkar chhobi o rabi-kiran..

bartoman jug ki satyi-i andhokarer??kichhu aalor parosh kintu thekei jay..'dekha'-y gachher chhayay hariye jawa 'eki labonye'..'aabar aranye'-r dhudhu helipad-e 'aaji marmarodhwani'...'aalo'-te 'shraboner dharar mato'r sei otiprasongik line' je shakhay phul phote na, phal dhare na'..'paromitar ekdin'-e ekti anakankhito kanthe hothay surojhankar..'hridoy aamar prokash holo ananto akashe'...biswer bedonatmar mato..ba neel akashe mahajagroto 'chetonadhara'r gaan..'chokher bali'-te 'harashogeeto uchhasito he' ba surantare 'promode dhaliya dinu mon' ba samaptisangeetkhani...'utsab'-e 'amolo dhabalo paler' ja-hariye-jay sharodiyo aabesh..'bariwali'te 'gobheero rajoni' ba 'tumi kon bhangoner'..dwitiyo gaanti ekirakom apurbo legechhilo..'aantordhan'-er sheshe...kichhudin aager 'chaturango'-te 'aalo je gaan kare mor prane go'...ba tathakathito purno banijyik chhobi 'swet pathorer thala'-te 'aamar praner pare'...shab kichhui bhalo lage..achirei..

bhule jawa ekti.. gaaner katha..

chhobiti..'kancher swargo'..medical colleger pakano snirir aalo-andharir majhe bigato diner fisfisani..'swapan dekhi jeno tar kar ashe/fere aamar bhanga khanchar charpashe'....ei aar ki..

 n.b.-ei forum-e shab bhalalagagulo bheer jamak...samalochanai jeno sar na hoye othe...pather sheshe..debalay hok...nirmal anando...

Rain...

Orange flares 
Hang still in indigo sky.
The still air crackles beneath my fingertips.
And I'm so jaded.
Pink jerberas drooping in the
afternoon heat.
Heavy Burgandy drapes smother my
senses. 
As I toss and turn in the settee
Trapped amidst shadows and
half-lit memories.

The house reels of decadence;
I inhale dust,the stench of stale
food and half-baked dreams!!!!
The television is forever on,
And I'm so jaded.
My imagination moribund.
I replay daydreams ,once so cherished,
The same people with different faces.
Different places with identical
tags of escape.
So I want some rain.
Hard rain.
A clean slate
No paper boats or puddle of mud or
piano tunes.
Just a world smelling of newness
- wet skies and a rainbow
to boost.
I walk down the street,
Aimless.
It's begun to pour.
The halogen light of lamp
lends an eerie afterglow and
Suddenly,
It's evening.
I watch as the rain dissolves in
a trillion droplets through the window...
Pensive.
Rain... evoking lost memories
and God knows what else.
Silently I sit and drink in the
coffee-smelling rain...

One day.....

One day,
I'll belong to the stars.....
Wilt like the fading notes
On the rhythmic walls
White
Eternal
As paper crumbles to dust
And love or lust
Flits like the wisp of a dew
On the eyelash 
of the frightened deer....
One day, your call will drown
In the unholy silence
of riot-worn streets....
And streetdogs will howl
a curse
And by my lone grave
Among the wild flowers,
Perhaps a passing angel
will shade a tear....
On the day,
I'll belong to the stars......

Images and Moments.....

A withdrawal of a wish
to stand and to laugh
With the lifeless birds
on a golden bedsheet...
A movement to start
and it's too early to sleep
a night in the making of
Greatness laid bare
by the time it flickers
like moonshine on the
strands of dry hair...
In a polished verse
of an evening poet
rising in the midst of
sleepy coherance,
to lift a hand
for some downtrodden man
and who's to blame
if the bowl is empty
and the warmth of food 
for a leathery noose
which tightens
as the minutes
explode into grains of sand.
For a searching insect
on a white bit of paper
and a jittery hand
masquerading as prince
of thick evening bricks
which wide in the depths
of yellow-walled tombs;
to turn back and say
 and to know the way
as the feeling sinks in
of a night bounded sin
coming cropper
against wishes and laughter,
of cropped hair and confrontations,
of bewildered men
resigned to their fate
imprisoned by the dawn
and shackled by sunchains....
For losing and winning
in turn of a wheel
and distorted steel in an ivory hand
Sweet flashes of cross country green
on a blue train in gale
with grilled windows
which look through
the haze of heat
as women pass by
with the clothes hung by a wire
Chekered pyjamas and evening light
in the colour of fire
Where have you been
in the stretched land
of REM  Sleep????

Selfish...are we?????

The humid yellow paste ......
And then, a pink, a biege and a custom
With an uncanny tinge of grey....
The marmalade sky finally lending a helpful hand
to a hopeful poet,
Ready to trap the evening with expert
paintbrushes...
The soft smelly vapour of tea
The civilised beep of microwave....
Nina Ricci, love birds, soft indulgence.....

Out here,
we live in colour,in completeness, in care,
with Tagore, with Let it be, and Che Guevera....
With banners and placards....fighting 
Other people's fights....
We live in harmony.....hypocrisy or
otherwise...
We laugh, we cry, entrapped within snug community.................
Auden was damn right when he said we
don't care if Icarus fell
or if Dedalus died or if Christ was crucified......
This is the way we live.....
Who cares if the rest don't???????

farewell...

Before I leave,it's time to say goodbye
Farewell, my friends, this is the last frontier
of madness incarnate running through my  soul ........
The frontiers of love and sublime
expectations  .......
The river in spate all set to be an example
For the world of dreams....
Farewell,my friends, for this is the last frontier
of divine beauty running through my soul.....

..something nonsensical....

As for us, it didn't exist at all....
The Silver Oak ,
Beside the anaemic multistoreyed wall;
A skeleton
Dreaming
Fossilised dreams of quarky verdurous unknown....
We preferred to live in a sane world.
The cybercafes cramped in .
Astronauts jumped out of Intergalactic
Space Stations.
The Prophetic Management-Gurus gave
once-a-day sermons at
Television breakfast shows...

The Silver Oak Stood all alone ,
Withered,leafless-still drenched  with
The Himalayan undertone.
'Midst the acceleration of
Liberalised macrocosm.
It smiled with the jaundiced gleam that
mellows....fades away...

Then the telephone rang.
Friend blurted out.
Discordant vibrations
Spread as fumy effervescence
Through dangling tunnel wires.
They were hardly bothered...
They chuckled on.
Their world made sense.

The disconnection reminded me of the Virgo cluster.
As a rule,hitch-hikers always look out for
excuses.
The M-87 Galaxy ....
Gyrating gas-gush.
In the midst of nowhere, I grappled with that
Virtual Black Hole.
I stumbled for a grotto,stumbled..stumbled on...........
The shadow crept in.
Momentary nausea...time warp....
Sinewy projections closing in from everywhere......
The skeleton gripp'd me ,clasp'd me,crush'd me to a
sticky
Agglutinate..
Aphonic mingling...
Back in mother's womb......
The Silver Oak ,
I could sense its obscure sweatdrops.
It smelt of
everywhere...
It smelt of something.....
.....................................something nonsensical...........................................

কোন এক আঁটেরশটির বাদাড়ে

কোন এক আঁটেরশটির বাদাড়ে, সবুজ
বনে থোকা থোকা স্বপ্ন  ঝুলতে দেখে
একপাল কাচ্চাবাচ্চা হৈহৈ করে
ঢুকে পড়ল সবুজ জমজমাট
আঁটেরশটির মহা অরৃণ্য।।

কারো হাতে বাঁশের কঞ্চি দিয়ে তৈরি তীরধনুক ,
কারো প্যান্টের দুপকেট ভর্তি
মাটির শক্ত গুলতি। কারো বা হাতে
তল্লা বাঁশের টোপা । কারো কাছে
পালিশ করা কাঠের তিরিক্ষি তলোয়ার।।


হৈহৈ রৈরৈ করে ছেলেরা পাড়তে লাগল
আঙ্গুরের মত থোকো থোকা  স্বপ্ন।
তীর গুলতি টোপা তলোয়ারের
খটাখট শব্দ। শব্দ বেয়ে
ঊঠল নামল বুকের অগুন্তি ব্যথা।
বুকের অগুন্তি উল্লাস হাসি
রাগ দুঃখ।অভিলাষ।।


থোকা থোকা আঙ্গুরের মতো স্বপ্ন
টপাটপ টপাটপ পড়তে লাগল
গোখরা সাপের মহা অরণ্যে। অরণ্যে
ছড়িয়ে পড়ল আকুল করা একটা রমরমা
মিয্টি গন্ধ।।

যেন মিষ্টি গন্ধে
ছেলেছোকরার সেই দল হৈহৈ রৈরৈ করে
কি যেন এলোপাথাড়ি খুঁজতে লাগলো ।।।।।।

পুন-অনেক কষ্ট করে টাইপ করলাম।।ত্রুটি মার্জনীয়।।।।:)

random.....

Yesterday,
A rainbow smouldered around that nook...
In public ,today...
This corner throngs with deaf and dumb dew-
This was all the news told....
This was all we read...
The silhouette  that plays with the sphinx's wings
Knows..
How foolish it sounds to say..
"I too have a heart.."

source of the pearl....

This is my path....
Follow if you wish..
this bald rock a metre high above the ground presses down on the aquifer
so that from
a thin slip of slate squeezes the Pearl.
This is its pitiful source.
Choctaw once called it a rally after the soldiers had come to fetch their families west...where no one says 'home'...
The Pearl meanders amid the ragged pines,grass tall as a four point deer,a land mottled with weed.suffused with a stench of stump..Further downstream,another fissure opens...It's almost full hidden under the lightning struck pine-logs...a recent fall ,its sap shines bright as holiday tinsel draped lazily along black stump..Fresh ,clear,cold water that furrows your brow,when you drink too quickly..taste there..
beginnings are remembered.not tasted.
towns,cities and wide trailers abuse the Pearl elsewhere..by the time,it is river,
we have walked some vacant miles-we are a delicatessen afoot moving slowly against evergrown vines & brush.

Some say.this cannot be the source of the Pearl..Find it on a state map and say..'Here....nothing as you describe it..'
I am not your guide,i reply...
This is my path.
Follow if you wish...