Sanu's Space

  Friendships take form, with some people leaving, Not fake, just too frivolous and uncaring. No words, just a hasty let down with a facade that’s heartbreaking. Innocence, punished with cruelty  Help, with no appreciation or loyalty  Disrespect, without an apology  A missed soul shape hole in life  Mindless excuses and gutless actions that feel like the stab of a knife.  A new vision being born in-spite of all the strife Old inspiration and dreams long gone,  A fresh new mirage will soon take form. Keep falling back on life and Keep dancing on! -San

  Soft tango melodies lure us in, Far from the chaos and the days din. Creating a mirage so divine and ravishing, Just like a wishful dream lingering. One foot, then another, builds a reverie so silent. Dance partner ever so patient and reliant. Month after month precise skills we hone, Until our feet hurt to the bone.  On each occasion we moved through quiet depths, Time flies by as hours melt into days of steps. A beautiful, elegant and powerful dream, Built with a consistent and proficient team.  A feeling of nurturing and empowering, plastered with a smile, An illusion, thin as glass and just as fragile. Slips one day and falls onto the dance floor. Crestfallen, broken into pieces, strewn all over the place and more. Like a pheonix rising from shards all scattered,  The dreamy daze begins to fade and get tattered. Endurance of time and hope will heal the lacerations. Finding new goals, dreams and aspirations.  -San

  Snowflakes settled on an eyelash,  Wind and branches feel like a whiplash.   A blizzard is coming in, welcoming winter,  Time for warm indoor cheer and Christmas fur.   Pine trees covered in frosty snow,  As the chilly winds pick up and start to blow.    On mountain slopes a white dusty ice carpet,  Birds, bees and bears ready for the winter with all their grit.   An old, wooden chalet with lights on the top,  Liquid rainbow hung from its edge frozen into a drop.   Narrow wooden pathway leading upwards wound,  With a white picket fence zigzagged around.   Faint sun rays gliding across a flawless frozen lake,  Setting the stage for more beauty that nature can make.   Soft, hazy setting sun near horizon’s gate,  Raising hopes plunging into quiet evenings, our fate.   From dawn to dusk in this silent season, as days collide,  By mother nature’s laws all must a...

  Plucked from a basket one morning crisp, With new hope and off to a bright new trip. Carried away in hands that were icy, To a dubious fate that just got dicey.  Loosely Pinned into her shiny auburn knot, As the tanguera in the mirror her watchful gaze sought. Out onto the floor with a dusky yellow light, A Spanish melody strummed into the the night. Silent chamber as the symphonies soar, Feet slink with expertise to the tango lure. The rose pulled out and caught between his lips,  Steady there through all the turns, whirls and dips. Then tucking it into the rim of his sombrero,  Moving around in the late evening glow. Performance over, thundering claps all around, Until at last slipped free and peacefully lay on the cold hard ground. A fulfilling life thought to be coming to a fleeting end,  Until picked up by a gentle hand of a sweeper friend. - San

Soft music and silent glances across the floor Tanguistas embracing in the hope for more Like a paint brush on a canvas white and pure Tango, for every ordeal and tempest, a relieving cure Like a fallen star on the dance floor that reflects As we hear the orchestra’s resonance so complex Adept symphony playing an experienced chord With mutual surrender, to attain rapturous reward Gentle raindrops pit pattering on the outside  Cozy warm embraces and soft feet slide Milongueros’ quick steps across the hall inside  Wandering souls in each other, they confide Ebony arches moving amongst a sprinkle of lights Like twinkling stars, as each partner holds on tight Loose falling tresses and shadowy skirts red Gliding to the melody without a word said As the time moves into a sleepy daze Into the night we see ashen haze As the dusk transcends into night Midnight soulful shadows appear in plain sight -San

  A smooth Spanish melodic sound Rhythmic Tango music drifting around Gentle embraces with a soft whisper As the balmy evening air gets crisper Peaceful smiles and smooth grace Happiness on each partner’s face Quick boleo kicks whipping through the air  Kind glances and smiling lips on faces that care Flouncy skirts swishing around the floor Dancer’s eager feet yearning for more Strong cologne and mild scent As the music goes on in soft lament  Men and women tango to the beat Some dancing alone and some perched on their seat Quick steps catch up to the rhythm  Followers every step, a quiet conversation with him Lights get dim as the music gets louder Ladies quickly rush to get their shoes on powder Miradas and Cabeceos after each tanda Cortinas allow rest and then back into the ronda -San.

Floating along on a lonely raft, Lost and alone in the sea so vast. Without a care, In and out of consciousness she spotted a fading mountain in the middle of nowhere. Floating closer glimpses of brown through the thick lazy fog she could see.  A Calloused mountain above the restless waves standing proudly. Flanked with green she crossed the heavy mountain, A mammoth task to pull herself through the thick and thin. On the edge, reaching almost the top she noticed a figure, A cold, lone statue she recognised as though it called out to her.  Not knowing what to say, She warmed it in a heartfelt embrace hoping to bring it back to life someday. Slowly she slipping off as though a push with a rough gale, Leaving it behind with a face so pale. As she fell, she stared solemnly ahead into the eyes of the cold, emotionless stone she adored, Unaware of the sorrow it had lured. Below she fell into the sea of depression to drown in her own tears, Leaving behind her worldly fears.  As...

  A freshly bloomed rose, Cool morning air touches her nose, As she wakes up from her doze. Warm hands on a cup of freshly made tea, Sitting inside with the meadow outside to see. Upon a bark, a sweet hive of honey with many a bee.  On her face the feel of the cold rain, Coming in brushing the windowpane.  Deep into the meadow lined with colorful bushes goes a long lane.  Little hills covered in shades of yellow, red and green Tall trees on each other they lean; Nature’s wholesome beauty can be seen.  Shining raindrops on new leaves of pale green, Hanging from the branch to reach the ground so keen; Swirling in the fresh humid air so clean.  Wet mud and grass below soft feet, Morning birds and creatures she will greet.  Sprinkled all over the land, soft blooms smelling so sweet.  Birds calling with all their might, Flying into the clouds and towards the light.  What a wonderful feeling to behold; such a pleasant sight! - San

  Crisp, frosty, cloudy mornings, Gloomy atmosphere with it brings.  Limp leaves laying on the slippery wet ground, A palate of colors to be found. Pathway through the trees to a small university, Dim light in the sky through leafage we can see. Nestled in the heart of a forest patch, An old heritage structure like an old stone church. Early morning getting drizzled with rain, Coming down streaking the window pane.  Pine trees wet with shining drops, Around bright green trees and crops.  Rays of dim sunlight falling through the thick branches with grace and ease, Coming down from peepholes around the clouds and sprawling wherever they please.  Quaint smell of pine wafting into the frigid air, All the way up a path and towards a lair.  Beside the trees, covered in white frost, Was a Bright red postbox. Partially melting ice meeting a mild golden ray, A shiny bright red droplet rolling down to lay peacefully in dried foliage and hay.  -San

  Crashing down, aircraft struck, Just a stroke of pure bad luck. Smoky fumes starting in its tail spreading fast, Dark Clouds overhead, big shadows they Cast. Feeling numb not hot nor cold, Lower he goes feeling bold yet losing hold.  Drop of sweat upon his brow, Trying to think of anything his brain will allow. Adrenaline pumping ready to jump, Seat ejected and out of the plane with a bump. Pilot in a parachute leaving the burning airship, Thankful for his escape floating around the air sharp as a whip.  Plane crashed, exploded into smithereens, The most dangerous a journey could have ever been.  Wounded and burned, gliding through cool air, Half unconscious, falling down towards trees without a care.  Consciousness returned, Wide eyed and scared, he was recovering in a hospital bed. To his mind no memories came, To his utter shock he couldn’t recall! not even his name.  Unaccounted Time and Memory lapse entwined, Into a foggy daze where nothing mattered ...

Blue star in the night sky, Frosty winds with clouds floating by. Black Sea turning fierce and grim, Peeping moon behind clouds getting dim.  Crumpled reflection down upon rippled waves, Surrounded by mountains and black caves.  Small boat far in the distance rides, On the strong waves as it dances with the tides.  A Thin frail sailor with one broken ore, Given up on life and can’t endure anymore. With fearful, frightened eyes, In the distance a rough stone arch he spies. Swiftly getting ushered towards the cave, With waves pushing the boat, refusing to behave. The Lonely sailor with his last burned cigarette,  Awaiting his eventual fate, that he had not met yet.  Death shining brighter than life, Losing all his might and strife.  He eagerly awaits his dark fate into the deep abyss, eventually moving with the strong current as he gets swept away into the darkness.  - San

  Feeling grief of suddenly losing someone so dear, Losing hope and being crestfallen, after all the fear.  Flying high into the heavens through the bright clouds so white, Life has to go on as the living carry on day by day, stronger with every fight.  Lonely mound at the edge of a cemetery, Beloved soul departed so unexpectedly. At the far end of a waterfront, a weeping willow, With its watery reflection and shedding leaves looking down below.  Filling the dismal feeling that only time can heal, Then one day, dauntless it will again make us feel. With every step the memories become more vivid, before slowly fading away into lost dreams.  Flowing down and drifting away into teary streams.  Like withering leaves in the wind hoping to find the courage to live again fearlessly and without sorrow.  Just while waiting for time to fill the hollow.  -San

 A storm so aggressive and strong, That came after a summer so long. Where uprooted trees without a sound, Lay dead and limp down on the ground. Among devastated branches, birds trying to find their nest, Nature putting their life’s work to the test. People wading through deep waters to get back home, Through debris filled waters they stride and roam.   Strays find dry patches trying not to drown, Everything’s wet with many a frown. Brown muddy water seeping in everywhere, A flood oozing from every crack and tear. Troubled people cursing destiny, For times filled with hardship and mutiny. But once the rain has stopped and floods recede, Washed buildings and lush greenery takes the lead.  City got cleansed as the floods took with it dirt and ill will.  A Fine new beginning and a clean bright future can be seen still.  -San

  Quaint, misty street through the mountains early in the day, Just passing through for a quick quiet stay.  Strolling up the sidewalk hearing sweet chimes amongst a thick green hedge, Spotted a half covered mountainous grassy ledge. Peeped off the path towards the valley, only to behold this magnificent sight, A church so easy to miss but such a grateful delight. A beautiful old stone church carved on the edge of a mountain, out of a cliff, Surrounded by creamy white clouds adrift.  Overlooking the sky and the sea down below, Inside it were stone pews chiseled from the ground up in a long neat row.  Carefully hidden structure high up and away from the shore,  with bright, white washed walls and an old grey slate floor. Nestled inside a tall white arch, lay a huge porcelain bell, whose chimes echoed all through the valley as peace befell. Smiling down gracefully was a beautiful Idol etched into the wall.  Inside this dreamy white church, that stood so proud...

  A snowflake drifted wearily towards the earth from the early morning sky, soft sunlit rays streaming down and adding a glow up high.  Towards the earth it drifted weightlessly, suddenly caught and stuck on a warm tall chimney.  Moving gently and ever so slow,  it rolled down the rooftop with a drop of melted snow.  It slid down the window pane, onto the glass and stuck again.  Inside the tranquil, neat home, well kept and pristine, warm cookies, half burnt candles and a Christmas tree could be seen.  A couple nestled on the sofa looking sadly at their foster son, sitting by the tree.  Small child playing with an old toy eager to open gifts and see.  For it might be their last family Christmas together,  as he might be taken away and into foster care by the end of December.  Innocent child opening gifts with a bright grin, oblivious to the grief and playing with his new toys with full attention.  Quiet Christmas morning while ...

  Red town house amongst green mountains standing tall and proud, With its bright red walls that stand out in a crowd. Layered grasslands well organized and clean, Sometimes snowy and sometimes half green. Laying down after a long day, on a slope at a height, White peaks flashing n shimmering in the moonlight. Sprawling green fields in the springs, With new flowers; fresh memories it brings. Magenta, yellow and verdant everywhere, Strong winds whipping past, without a care.  An early start each day to prepare for work, Old memories in the shadows they lurk. Pumpkins for Halloween and Christmas pine cones, All well kept in the gardens with bold undertones. Each day ends with bountiful memories, on a bitter sweet note. Fading into dreams and away they float.  -San

How I long to dance on the smooth shiny floor, With my dancing shoes on, how I long to dance some more! Everyone's feet tapping and dancing to a quick Spanish melody, Soothing to the mind and soul are key. Quick to embrace as we move from partner to partner, Diligently we listen to the teacher and follow her. Wonderful tango orchestras playing a bold tune,  To the extreme peace of mind we once again start getting immune.  Slow as the dusk approaches no time to waste; Dancing well into the hours of night with no haste. Leaves rustling and then wet with rain outside the window, The dancing will continue indoors, steady and slow. Don’t wake me up from this scintillating dream, However beautiful the morning may seem. When o when will we be back on the dance floor? Only to dance some more. - San

Scrambling for food and daily items, hectic early mornings can be, mostly leading to reduced wastage and eating healthy. Gone are the days for a lavish meal,  but simple food and a healthy feel.  Planting seeds and using waste as fertilizers,  we grow organic food and indoor planters.  Parties and friends have turned into a virtual dream,  as we exchange pleasantries over a lit screen Time passing so slowly, accounting for every second ticked by,  looking out of the window we even notice the bee and the fly.  For those who keep busy all day,  it feels much like a normal summer in the month of May.  Kids trapped at home missing the great outdoor,  peeping through the windows with sad eyes for more.  Difficult, trying times come and go by,  with new, cherished memories that will stay until we die.  Hope and patience are the winners of a tough time,  see the good sid...

On a slope of green mountains, towering into the sky,  colorful birds with their soft, sweet chirps fly by.  Lofty steep slopes giving the clouds a push,  hidden in a corner, standing in all serenity, a delicate rose bush. Through it’s thorny bushes a mysterious view, seen,  down the blurry steep valley green.  A misty, verdant, sloping trance like a dream, startled with a soft splash of a polite stream.  Fractured sunlight through branches escape, as all of us have a destiny, to live out our fate.  Lighting up the rose bush and the tree tops, now glittering golden with scattered dew drops. Peace and quiet amidst the thin mountain air, so much nature and elegance around to care. A beautiful rose bud opening up to greet the newly fallen rays, with a few dried leaves and flowers, the wind plays.  Seeing the sun, beautiful, hidden foliage with a smile come out, they have every reason to shine ...

Among far off hill in an isolated town, no ill will or malice to be found.  Where people rely on each other, like sister and brother, and the townsfolk share and care for one another. Amidst strongly scented, wooded, green hills, pristine atmosphere, no need for luxurious frills. Cycling through the picturesque path, onwards into an alcove leading to a hot spring bath.  Bunches of colorful flowers sitting beautifully there, growing naturally as though arranged daintily with care.  Through the hills, gently sliding an articulate waterfall, a marvelous sight and soft sound coursing through the trees standing tall.  Forest pathways zigzagging through the thicket, with shady trees, making the place look cool and dimly lit.  Fog and misty air rendering the foliage moist and shiny, not a sound except the occasional rustling leaf or a passing bee.  Abundance of peace and tranquil air, soothing the mind and ...