It lay supine
On its hind
Tiny hands Enticed by ice-cream cone~
A good Lizard Once gave its Life to save an Orphan child
Jealous step mother Ugly as sin cajoled Unaware pretty Vera To drink poisoned milk
Delighted hungry child Stuck out an emaciated arm When Good Samaritan lizard Leapt to warn
Rattled child let milk cup Slip from grip, brave lizard Drowned in poisoned milk Saving Vera’s life
Chastened Vera, never Trusted step mom again Grief stricken she desperately tried to revive savior in vain
Vera now plays with garden Lizards, tenderly tending, Birds come for their share Of love and innocence
That is why lizards change Color when danger is near And are known as Chameleons dear~
(on way home from work I saw orange plastic lizard on pavement and recalled mom’s folklore..)
image is from google
Circle Of Love
Our ship had docked and we decided to explore.
Sandy was native Alaskan. I, Sonia was from New York. We’d met at a summer camp, fallen in love and got married. That was five years ago.
A friend hailed Sandy but I decided to explore further- we decided to meet at the dock in a couple of hours.
I found a lookout point from where I could feast on the glaciers which drew me. I was joined by an elderly stranger. He told me a lovely folktale of this point.
Aaleahya was native Alaskan. She loved Iqniq (fire) the chief’s son. They were to wed next full moon day. Meanwhile their village got attacked by white man and Iqniq was killed. Aaleahya was sad. She came to this point nightly and stared at the glaciers. She died of a broken heart. Visitors often saw Aaleahya and Iqniq’s spirits embracing here. Stranger showed her his locket with their faces. She saw Sandy and herself staring back!
this picture is from inernet
The Pick Up
She sat twirling a margarita at the bar! She licked salt off the rim and wished she could lick the salt off her wounds as well. His harsh words had cut grievously and she cringed within. Five years of togetherness, a washout.
His tap on shoulder took her by surprise. She looked into stranger’s deep mesmerizing eyes and fell headlong. They left in his well appointed black sedan.
After a night of intense love making they fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, she found herself in a castle lying next to a coffin.
Mirror showed elongated incisors in her mouth and pierce marks on neck, she fainted.
picture from the internet!
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The hotshot film star left with a flourish followed by staff.
The limo gobbled up the miles and soon the town spires were visible.
They wished to reach home before nightfall.
At the final hairpin curve before the mansion gate, the unexpected happened! A frightened doe stood in their path.
The limo driver instinctively swerved to avoid the doe and crashed into the mansion’s outer wall, bursting into flames. The staff that was on their heels quickly dragged the star and driver to safety. It was almost midnight.
At stroke of midnight, a bloodcurdling howl was heard from within the mansion. A werewolf’s silhouette was visible in the bay window.
Little Bobbie was in seventh heaven to have the secret room as his very own and wanted to sleep there as well. His parents decided to make him happy as this way they could keep an eye on him more easily.
Bobbie was an only child and ever since he learnt to walk, he would be all over the
house playing with toys in hand. His mom Raji tried to restrain him in his room by feeding and playing with him there. Gradually Bobbie kept to his room and when he was lonely he would start speaking with his friend Kanha. He would say” Kanha, please come and play with me. I want to be your playmate.” Suddenly, Kanha would emerge from the silver statue and they would play for hours together. Now the sounds of two pairs of anklets would reverberate in the house. Raji and the maid would hear this delightful tinkle and smile. It never occurred to them that it was the sound made by two pairs. After Bobbie got tired and fell asleep hugging his pal Balgopal, the Lord would merge back into the statue.
One day Bobbie woke up early and looked for his pal but he was not there! Instead there was a lovely peacock feather on his pillow.
He stared at it in wonder! He had liked the feather on Balgopal’s gold crown and had wanted one also. Carefully he put the feather in his Alphabet book.
Raji had finished cooking and was between chores. She decided to sit early with Bobbie to teach the alphabets and numbers. On opening the book, she found the lovely peacock feather. Upon asking the child where he got it, Bobbie said “Mom my pal Gopal gave it to me!” Raji was mystified and questioned her son further. She asked “Which Gopal?” Bobbie pointed to the silver statue in the swing. He said “He plays with me every day and even sleeps with me. I had asked him to get me a feather just like the one he has on his head.” Raji was overjoyed and believed her son! She realized the room had a very peaceful aura and instead of the usual musty smell, it had a pleasing fragrance of fresh jasmine flowers and camphor. She hugged her son and kissed him in pure joy. She joined her hands and prayed babbling her thanks to Him for gracing their home.
It was Janamashtami day and Bobbie’s parents both fasted and broke it only after midnight. Next day they held kirtan in their home and invited all the neighbors for lunch. The silver Kanha seated in the swing occupied the place of honor in the living room where one corner has been converted into a temporary temple. Fifty six varieties of sweets had been prepared for the lord and the house resounded with sounds of bhajans and rejoicing celebrating the birth of the lord. Finally it was over and the lord was returned to Bobbie’s room. Bobbie had been excited by the day’s goings on and had played to his heart’s content with the guest’s kids. He had other playmates now.
Bobbie was often invited to other homes and between play and day school he became busy and hence did not call out to his playmate as often as before. Their meetings became infrequent and then stopped completely.
Bobbie was sent home early from school as he was unwell. Raji immediately took him to the doctor who said he had caught a virus and gave him a mild sedative and medicines. The child’s fever was very high and Raji sat by his bedside placing cooling cloth pads on his forehead to lower the temperature. She was weeping silently. Then as Bobbie settled down into a fitful rest, she left the room.
After an hour or so, Bobbie woke up suddenly and cried out to his old pal Balgopal. He said “please Kanha come and talk to me. I know I have been busy but you know I love you very much Kanha.” The lord emerged from the statue and sat by his side. Then Kanha placed his tiny hand on Bobbie’s forehead and in a few minutes the fever vanished. Bobbie got up and both played as before. Then the Lord told Bobbie that now that he had become a big boy he did not need him any more and that whenever he remembered HIM he should close his eyes and he would appear as HE lived in his heart. He said he had to visit other boys who needed him. They hugged each other and the Lord merged into the statue never to appear again.
Kesar and Rajratan smiled happily in their portraits which hung in Bobbie’s room and which his sons had left for Bobbie along with the silver statue and the swing.
all pictures are from the internet except last one which is mine