Thursday, February 23, 2017

Through the lens of a friend | Moonlight Musings


Photo Credit - Padma Vyakaranam . Taken on Havelock Island, The Andamans


On a still dark night
You silently shine your light
Down on shimmering waters
Your silver beams
Creating reflections that gleam
Like gold and silver strings upon the sea

Beauty of the night
You bring light
Into darkness
Making it bearable
As we gaze into
Your serene cool countenance

How the Gentle breeze
Helps moon beams create
Amazing patterns of artistry
As you dance upon
Your watery canvas
You leave us enraptured
Staring into the distance
Quietly taking it all in.

Navaz D'Cruz Feb 2017

Padma thank you for  allowing me to put pen to you pictures. Its a privilege.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Through the lens of a friend | Creative little creature

Photo by Padma Vyakaranam - Taken on Havelock Island, The Andamans


Creative crustacean!

Creature of sand and sea
How you create patterns
So perfect
Is baffling to me


Perfect in form

Who guides your ways?
You display the brilliance
Of the One by whom
You were made.


Geometric precision

As one guided by
An invisible compass
Tiny delicate creature!
Reflecting glory of
Your creator above!



Navaz D'Cruz
Feb 2017

Padma thank you for  allowing me to put pen to you pictures. Its a privilege.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Through the lens of a friend | Bent not broken.





BENT NOT BROKEN

Stately slender

Gracing sand and sea
Swaying ever so gently
Yet majestically

You stand tall
High above your fellows
Lending shade from the sun
For beach revellers
When frolicking and fun are done

You stand out different
I wonder what caused
That curve in gait?
Why are you so bent ?
Yet I see, not broken

What storms have you weathered?
What have you fought and overcome?
Allowing roots to go deeper still
Making you bend away and towards?

Whatever it is
I do not know
But it did not break you
What bruised you
Has made you even more beautiful
Telling a silent story of strong resilience.

Navaz D'Cruz

Feb 2017


Photo Credit - Padma Vyakaranam ( Taken on the Andaman Islands)

Monday, November 21, 2016

Child of my dream

CHILD OF MY DREAM



Child of my dream
Of a prophecy  long spoken
That one day I would have children.
Then came a long wait of many years
One morning I awoke from this dream 
That was a sign of the joy I was carrying
And that
It was worth all the tarrying




Visits to the hospital foretold gloom
Abort cautioned the doctor
This one may not be normal
Aghast, we cried “ this shall never be!”
If this is our lot God give us grace
To face what might come

I prayed to the Father and said
When I asked for bread
Would you give me a stone instead?
Yet not my will
I shall wait and be still
Knowing You are in control.

The months were long
But I carried on
 In faith and anticipation
Wondering what will this child be?
She must be marked for a great destiny

The time had come, my waters broke
We rushed to the hospital
Our hearts bursting with hope.
The labour was not long
We could hear your heart beating strong
This is a baby alive and waiting to be born!

I recalled the dream
Of the baby I had seen
Just born laying on my stomach
Head full of hair, chubby bottoms
Pink and fair
Her time had come!

A dream of conception
A dream for hope and expectation
Was being born that day
Boy or girl anyone will be welcomed
Into our hearts, come what may.
"Come one my girl! Baby is almost there"
Said the doctor encouragingly
One last effort and then a lusty cry filled the air
Held upside down breathing new life!
It's a girl he exclaimed
We said
Jessica Abigail shall be her name.

Jessica for God was watching o're her
Abigail her father's delight!
And as I saw in the dream
Peaches and cream
You lay snug on my stomach
Perfect in every way 
I thought to myself
What would I have forfeited
I shuddered that day!

God you have been faithful
In my yesterday's
Would you let me down today?
 What a day of rejoicing
We let the whole world know
To us has been born a daughter
One who will fill our days with joy and laugher

Fifteen years have gone by
Where did the time fly?
You've come to the end of your schooling
You have brought delight wherever you went
Your teachers and friends
With you loving winsome ways

You excel in all you do
Everything you put your hand to
Blessed and highly favored you are
My darling girlie 
I wait eagerly for what destiny holds for you.
Know one thing 
In all your ways acknowledge Him
And success will follow you.

The world will tell you 
Walk this way and that
Live in the present don't think too much
God and morals are a thing of the past
Remember what you have learned then
The plumb line of your life
Will keep you from danger
And unnecessary strife

Remember your parents prayers
Are always for you
You also have a guardian angel
An older brother who loves you too
You are a blessed child
With big dreams yet to unfold
I know you will do well
You are born for gold.

We love you my darling
Now and always
Jessica Abigail
Our hearts delight!

Navaz D’Cruz 
21 Nov 2016





Thursday, May 12, 2016

Vancouver travel blogs | Beauty overload


Beauty Overload


Glacier grand
Standing tall
Set apart
Magnificent majestic
Suns rays bounce
off your snowy whites
Creating a crown of dazzling light
That makes my heart pound and ponder
On the majesty  of the one who crafted you






Mountains dressed
In thick jade and emerald
So elegant


The sea, and straights below
Reflecting the sun
Now set aglow
Like liquid gold
Gilts the  topaz waters


From sea to sky
Wonder upon wonder
With each mile we cover
Comes crashing into view
Leaving me breathless
And asking for more

We start our ascend
Into heights
Leaving the glens
Below to look like
Lego bits in a play pen
A breathtaking view is all around
My face turned towards the clouds
My heart thinking
Is this a dream
Has it comes true?

Breathing in crisp mountain air
In these moments
Forgetting all cares
I can only look down
From these lofty heights
And feel my heart
Burst into songs of praise
As I stand in awe

I thought I had seen
All the beauty there was to see
In this amazing city
Till I came up here.
And for a fleeting moment
My heart got swept away.

Then I remind myself
I am but a  traveller
I have not come to stay
Enjoy the beauty
Store it in your soul
To be returned to
In mind and heart
When the toils of day
Take its toll

As we begin the descent
I leave completely content
Satisfied.

Navaz DCruz

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Vancouver travel blogs | A day to be out

A DAY TO BE OUT


People people everywhere
Young and old
Basking in the warmth
Soaking in the sun
It's a day to be out

The beaches are alive and buzzing
The greens filled with laughter
As children giggle and caper
Parents in relaxed dapper laze about
The old  too take a stroll 
Its a day to be out

The more athletic
On cycles and skateboards go
Down winding lanes 
Cradled by the creek on one side,
Filled with sail boats
Bobbing in the shimmering water 
And newly burgeoning yuppy residences
Stand tall  on the other
It's a day to be out




Street side cafes bursting at it seems
People sitting  leaning over their drinks
In keen conversations, connecting or just being
Young lovers lying in the grass
In tight embraces
Lost to everything
The homeless  too wander about
Lost to everything
The  sunrays seems to spin
A warm web  around everyone: this is life
And a day to be out

As dusk drawers near
People start to leave the piers
The sun and sand behind them
The day is done
 For frolic and fun
It was a good day in the sun


The night begins
A new light it casts
Not that of sun nor moon
But of dim lit dens
Where people come in
To meet friends and hang around
Music fills the air
For night is another day 

Soft chatter around dinner tables
In homes where there are young ones
A content glow on sunburnt faces
As parents tuck them into bed
Porch lights on
The day is gone
The chill breeze blows through the air


Navaz D Cruz

Monday, May 9, 2016

Vancouver travel blogs | Deja vu

Deja vu


Today I saw this city in contrast
To all the beauty I beheld
We drove to parts that
Did not make me proud
But ashamed as déjà vu kicked in

Sights and sounds of
Home far away
Where din and dirt are common play
Did I ever expect experience that today?
Here in Vancouver?

Disturbed and disoriented
I looked around
Am I back home? Where is this town ?
Why are the streets unkept , not swept?
And shop windows tacky?

Did I hear a car honk?
Am I going crazy?
Litter and shops spilling onto the size walk
Make my head go dizzy
These are things I'm used to back home
What's it doing here? I ask




This is where your people trade
 I'm told
Do business and live.
Their homes look weather beaten
Bear and barren
No foliage no flora to trim their dull fences
They seemed not to care!
For any of this at all .


Ah! it now fell into place
This is just déjà vu
Of things back home
Where this is common place

Navaz DCruz