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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

Bunch of Faded Pictures Lost in Abyss of Memory পাহৰণিৰ গৰ্ভত হেৰাই যোৱা এমুঠি মলিন ছবি

I have been rather sporadic in posting to my blog for some time now.  It’s not writer’s ‘block that prevented me from writing. Rather it was some kind of strange mental fatigue. After sitting in front of the computer for 10 hours a day at work, do not have much stamina left to come and sit in front of the computer again at home.  I downloaded  Wordpress app recently to my mobile, but I am not much impressed with it.  I find it more difficult to write and post using the app in my mobile then using the website.  Wordpress website in my mobile was behaving funky for sometime now, not showing the comments.  Not sure what the issue is or if it is my issue only.  Not being able to use my mobile to post definitely put a dent on my regular posting.  Well, there is my excuse.

Wrote the poem below in my mother tongue, Assamese (Axomiya) couple of days back and translated to English today. Some feelings get lost in translation though. Here it is, in Assamese first followed by the English translation.
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পাহৰণিৰ গৰ্ভত হেৰাই যোৱা এমুঠি মলিন ছবি

দেৱাল খন বহুদিনৰ পৰাই উকা
ফটো বন্ধাই দেৱালত ওলোমাই থোৱাৰ
অভ্যাস নোহোৱা হল
আধুনিক যুগত নিমিষতে
সাত সাগৰ পাৰ হৈ
ফটো ভ্ৰাম্যভাসৰ ভিতৰত
কিন্তু স্মৃতি খন্তেকীয়া
আঙুলিৰ পৰশত মছি যায়
ক্ষণিকৰ অতিথি
এলবামৰ ভিতৰত মৰহি যোৱা
ফটো অস্পষ্ট
বয়সে আমনি কৰা চকুৱে
উকা বেৰত বিচাৰে
পাহৰণিৰ গৰ্ভত হেৰাই যোৱা
এমুঠি মলিন ছবি
মৃত্যুৰ হাতত পৰাজিত মানৱৰ
বৃথা সপোন চিৰন্জীৱী হোৱাৰ
অমৃতৰ সন্ধানত
অবিনাশী আত্মাৰ আবিস্কাৰ
অৱশ্যম্ভাৱীক মানি লোৱা কঠিন
দেৱালত ফটো ওলোমাই
স্মৃতি যুগমীয়া কৰাৰ
অলীক প্ৰচেষ্টা
মৃত্যুৰ শীতল হাতৰ পৰশত
চিৰনিদ্ৰা নহালৈকে
দেৱালখন উকা হৈ থকাই ভাল নেকি

Bunch of Faded Pictures Lost in Abyss of Memory

The wall is blank for ages now
Lost the habit of framing and hanging
Photographs on the wall
Modern technology brings
Instant attachments
From across the seven seas
To the mobile in my hand
Temporary memories
Short-lived guests are they
One gentle touch of the finger
Deletes
Photos in the old albums
Indistinct, weathered
Eyes, clouded by age
Search the blank walls for
A bunch of faded pictures
Lost in the abyss of memory
The living lost the battle with death
Long ago
Dreams of living forever shattered
Search for nectar of immortality
Futile,
Invented immortal soul
Hard for us to accept the inevitable
We try in vain
To make memories permanent
By hanging them on the walls
Till the cold hands of death
Send us to our eternal sleep
It may be for the better
For the walls to remain blank

Silent Tears Flow

Old expatriate 

Far away from home,  alone

Every morning,  fear

Separation wide

Technology builds bridges

News flow instantly

Every dawn new fear

Instant message, news of loss

Dead,  lost someone dear

Mind flies away fast

Limp body outwardly calm, lies

Heart weeps silently

Memories disturb

Silent tears flow unseen

Loneliness company

SPACE

When all the space asked

Were given

Accused me of indifference 

Now all that I have left to share

Is love

Feeling smothered why yarn for

Own space

Left shattered I orbit

Like the rings of Saturn

Broken,  but a strange attraction 

Keeps me tied

Flames gone out long before

Would gladly be a comet

Returning constantly

While giving all the space

Till the final plunge

Burning like a glowing meteorite

Brings my end 

Hiking Amongst Wildflowers

I wish I could have written Wordsworth’s famous line ” I wandered lonely as a cloud”. What to do, there was hardly any clouds to be seen on the azure sky.  No daffodils, but flowers aplenty. It was a beautiful morning, perfect for1000864 hiking. Bright, sunny morning with a cool breeze.  A morning when you don’t feel the necessity of sunscreen to keep the sun away from your face, but rather want the golden rays to kiss your face to warm you up. Neither I was lonely, rather enjoying the company of my better half and our lovely, four legged companion, Skooby.  Three’s Company, indeed.

Skooby was straining at the leash, begging me with his doleful eyes to let him be relieved of the undue constraint.  But trail rules are strict, dog on leash at all time.  So, rather reluctantly, I had to restrain Skooby from his enthusiastic endeavour of running after the butterflies and bumblebees.

Ah! the butterflies and bumblebees. The hills were ablaze with wildflowers.  A good rainy season after five long years of drought and mother nature resplendent on her most regal beauties. Alas, this bonanza is not going to be long lasting.  1000842As spring will slowly make its way to summer and the landscape will start to become golden brown, lovely wildflowers will give way to dried grass. Better to enjoy when I can.

Try as I might, I could not take a photo of any butterflies.  They were so lovely, with the 1000843luminescent, fluttering wings catching the sun rays.  I think they also must have realized how short lived nature’s bounty is going to be.  I tried to emulate their example and enjoy nature as much as I can.  But from time to time, I could not restrain myself from trying to capture the abundance all around me in the confines of my 1000853digital camera.  What a waste of time and futile attempt to confine the panoramic canvas in a few megapixels of digital memory.  Try as I may, I could not do justice to what my eyes had seen in my photographs.  I will never be Wordsworth and I realized that I am a lousy photographer of nature.1000872

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Hiking in Almaden QuickSilver County Parks

 

Past is History, Not a Mystery

For those that past is not history but a mystery

Anything that can’t be explained a miracle

At the drop of a hat those who are ready

To confer divinity to reformers of the past

But are ready to punish and instill fear of death

On the followers of reformers of modern age

Heretics and hearsay if you question the past

Are we to believe that everything modern is foolish

And ignore the witch hunts and killings of the past

In the names of the divine and almighties

Fie to those for whom the past is a crutch

To crush any discourse and dissent

Fie to those who will not leave any stone unturned

To keep humanity shackled in fear of an all merciful

Past has becomes a tool in the hands of the powerful

To keep legions in line as blind followers

Reformers, yes! Enlightened humans they were.

We the ignorants put them in pedestals

Covering our eyes with religious blinds

Walking hobbled in our daily life

Looking for a saviour to save our souls

While the merchants of death

Paddle the past as pillars of faith