The Lake Geneva trip in 2007
At a Wisconsin week end spot,
Became the land mark of a lustrous run from
The land to the waters.
Weathering the weight of the waves ,the afternoon
Transformed into an avalanche of
Awe-inspiring tick tick of time.
Driving the motor boat
Between the wading sun and the wavy waters
Displayed a sense of deviation
From dovetailing picnic with tabled events.
The rejuvenating rally against the ravishing lake rhythms,
Resembled a cruise experience on a resplendent ocean.
The blue lake literally blew me out of my blues.
As the initial grip of fears fizzled out,
Each one began to drive like a veteran boatman.
With the gush of sprinkling of the lake waters
Riveting my thoughts to the Holy Communion,
I felt recharged as though,re-born.
The evening became inventive.
Being docile and stagnant is a state of death in life.
The throb of life lies in fresh fielding;
A field that generates faster breaths and louder beats
As the lexical levels of actual living.
P.Chandrasekaran
