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Peace Elusive

My second attempt at English Ghazal with Assamese Translation .

PEACE ELUSIVE

What I seek I never get,peace elusive
As I seek,further it is,peace elusive

Thought peace was drowning in your eyes
Mirage it was, absent bliss, peace elusive

Heart wounded bears the emotional scars
Lonely heart Silently weeps, peace elusive

Reaching for love shackled by fear of rejection
Judge me not wrong please, peace elusive

Till end of time will always wait for thee
How deeply you I do miss, Peace elusive

যি বিছাৰি খাওঁ হাবাথুৰি নাপাওঁ কাহানিও, শান্তি দুদিনীয়া
যিমানেই বিছাৰো সিমানেই দুৰৈত, তথাপিও শান্তি দুদিনীয়া

তোমাৰ চকুৰ গভীৰতাত ডুবিছিলো শান্তি বিচাৰি
বৃথা প্ৰেমৰ মৰিচিকাত নুবুজিলো শান্তি দুদিনীয়া

ক্লান্ত হৃদয় ক্ষতবিক্ষত শান্তিৰ সন্ধানত
নুবুজে নিৰৱে উচুপা হৃদয়েও শান্তি দুদিনীয়া

এখোজ আগুৱাই থমকি ৰওঁ প্ৰত্যাখ্যানৰ আশংকাত
নুবুজিবা তুমি ভুল মোক কাহানিও, শান্তি দুদিনীয়া

অনন্ত সময়ৰ সীমাৰ সিপাৰে তোমাৰ অপেক্ষাত
হৃদয়ত লৈ তোমাৰ প্ৰতিচ্ছবি, জানিও শান্তি দুদিনীয়া

Silence of the Dawn

Wrote this poem today morning in my mother tongue, Assamese (Axomiya) and then Translated to English. 

Dawn’s silence shattered
Through the closed window
Floated sweet chirping of birds
Sweet solitude
Suddenly pierced by a
Shrill, pained shriek
Opened the window
To a sweet and sad scene
First flight of the sparrow fledglings
Exploring the world for the first time
Getting ready to fly the coop
On the yard
Cat with a dead sparrow
Silently closed the window
Life in motion
Happenings of daily life
Do not affect me any more
Haerbreaking cry of a lonely bird
Does not bring tears to my eyes
In here, in this empty nest
Silence has reigned for long
Morning slumber is not disturbed
By sweet nothingness of children’s voice
Long ago flew the nest
Busy writing chapters of their life
Keep on moving, keep moving forward
Memories deep down
It’s now time to prepare
Meet and merge
In the great unknown


দোকমোকালিৰ নিৰ্জনতা

দোকমোকালিৰ নিৰ্জনতা
বন্ধ অলিন্দ
হঠাৎ কোৰ্হাল
বাহিৰত চৰাই চিৰিকতিৰ
মধুৰ কলকলনিত
যতি পৰিল
এটি তীক্ষ্ণ আৰ্তনাদ
খিড়িকীখন খুলি দিলো
হৰ্ষ বিষাদৰ দৃশ্য
ঘৰৰ মুধচত বাহ লোৱা
ঘৰচিৰিকা হালৰ
পোৱালি দুটাৰ
পৃথিৱী অন্বেষণৰ প্ৰথম প্ৰয়াস
অনতিপলমে বাহ এৰি যোৱাৰ প্ৰস্তুতি
চোতালত মেকুৰী জনীৰ মুখত
এটা ঘৰচিৰিকা
খিড়িকীখন বন্ধ কৰি দিলো
গতিশীল জীৱনৰ গতানুগতিক ঘটনাই
আজি আৰু মনক নকৰে আমনি
সঙ্গীহাৰা চৰাই জনিৰ কৰুণ ৰোদণত
নোলায় চকুপানী
টোপনিৰ চিকুণ পুৱাত আজি
সন্তানৰ ব্যস্ততাই নকৰে ব্যাঘাত
বহুদিনৰ আগতেই
বন্ধ ঘৰত বিৰাজমান নিস্তব্ধতা
নিজৰ জীৱন পুথিৰ ৰচনাত
সকলো ব্যস্ত
চৰৈৱতি চৰৈৱতি
স্মৃতিৰ টোপোলা বুকুত বান্ধি
এতিয়াযে সময়
অজানত মিলি যোৱাৰ প্ৰস্তুতিৰ

 

 

So-Called

When someone disagrees
Call them so-called
Those spineless
Spewing righteousness
Will keep silent
Roaring like circus clowns
If the table is reversed
And the one
Who has lost
The majority votes
Is called so-called
By others
Seen through their
Transparent skins
In order to make rich richer
And steal from the poor
Those so-called supporters
Of pro-life
Who won’t flinch
To close the door
On services to the living
It’s OK when so-called
Advice and consent was stalled
Use the nuclear option
If the so-called opposition filibuster
What a irony that we forget
What’s good for the goose
Is good for the gander

Honey, do I look fat?~by rldubour

Enjoy the possible answers to a most difficult question as aptly explained by the mighty pen of Ron Dubour.

OUR POETRY CORNER

Honey, do I look fat?

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To husbands and boyfriends all over the world.

This is a question, that’s asked by your girl.

Be careful and cautious when you answer that.

When she says to you, “Honey, do I look fat?”

Especially when she is dressed to go out.

You must give the right answer or you will sleep on the couch!

She stands right beside you and expects a reply.

As you tell her no and she thinks you just lied!

Why do they ask such questions like this?

You must be convincing and try not to miss.

I have some examples that you might want to say.

“Honey, you’re perfect in every way!”

“Honey, I love you, I think you’re the best.”

“You look tremendously gorgeous in that brand new dress!”

“You look like a rose all tender and sweet.”

“You look like you did when I got swept…

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Public Servants The Politicians

My Saturday morning poem:

Public Servants The Politicians

Such fools are we
Treat our servants
Like kings
Paying them better
Than their masters
Allowing them to
Make rules for us
Abdicated our responsibility
To keep our
Servants in line
Punished duly
While they become rich
We stand in line
On the road to
Hopelessness
Public servants
Politicians are they
Most lucrative carrier
Leaders of the masses
Those poor multitude
Who forgot
They are the bosses

Wrap-Up

Wrap-up my journey today
Really thrilling while it lasted
Alternating euphoria and depression
Prodding me to continue on
Under self imposed deadline
Posting a poem before midnight every Wednesday

Web of stories with warm and warmth
Why worry when it’s always we, not I
Wish I could fulfil all want and need
Wonder sometimes the wisdom of continuing
Weekend warriors or wimp
Wounded hearts bleeding for women’s rights
Wildfires destroying weeds and wildflowers alike
Wedding bliss marred by bulging waistlines
Within us all is an insatiable wanderlust
Wait and waiting for wind of change in this world
Wheel of fortune never translates to winning
Walk in the woods thinking of what’s wrong
Weary wife keeping wake for family well-being and welfare
Writing in the wall of perils of climate change ignored
What do we know about
Wrong or right, wise or fool
Welcome to a world where fake news make us drool
Woven fabric of humanity stretched thin
Winter of the human race may be beckoning
Warning me that it is wrap-up time for
Wonderful fifty two weeks journey to come to an end


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