A long day\u2019s work in world is ending \u2013 I am only a mile away from home now,
\nMy foot on the accelerator has tightened and my eyes have become sharper,
\nI smell roses and freshly-cut lawns,
\nMy neighborhood looks like a framed picture in my memory,
\nAnd the words of an old song stream up in my mind,
\nThere is bounce in my walk and nervousness coils my voice
\nAs I hug my daughter Kalki
breathlessly while she opens the door of our home,
\nOur dachshund Robert abandons his elegant coolness and greets me with earnestness,
\nI intersect my wife\u2019s excited gaze as she leans from her favorite recliner in my direction,
\nAfter a brisk banter with the family I break into a Beaujolais spinning yarns spun out of the day,
\nKashmiri meal\u2019s baroque spiciness commits a brazen yet ravishing raid on senses,
\nWithout squandering my home\u2019s welcome a bit I climb up to its second story,
\nSlipping into my study where books and pictures drape the walls,
\nMany half-opened books are strewn on the floor lying alongside with closed ones,
\nThere is a picture of my mother and I perched on a stereo speaker,
\nShe a 20-year old delicate coy beauty possessively holding her prize of a buxom two-year cuddly serene baby,
\nMy grandfather\u2019s small picture sneaks out from the bookshelves,
\nHis turbaned, mustached face sitting abruptly over a rotund frame,
\nHe is the one who told me once that I was the apple of his eyes,
\nWe used to stroll together on our jaunts to Simla bazaars,
\nMy attention is suddenly arrested by my desk and chair where I spend long hours,
\nSweating out ideas and refining language to clothe them in,
\nThat is the last project of my life and my soul has been set on fire by it,
\nWritten word inspires the same power in me as prayers to a religious person,
\nOn the top of my desk lies a sheaf of blank paper waiting for me,
\nTo fill it with books, articles, essays, and poems,
\nBuoyed by this thought I look out of the window above my desk,
\nAnd see a sublime serenity serenade the setting sun,
\nA scene of such compelling grace and solemnity,
\nThat I feel I have touched the whiff of a moment of eternity.<\/p>\n
Suffern, New York, 6.4.2011
www.kaulscorner.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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