My second attempt at English Ghazal with Assamese Translation .
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
Haiku is supposed to be about nature. But this week’s haiku challenge from Ronovan brings to my mind an image that many may find disturbing and inappropriate for a haiku. I kept it from posting for a couple of days but after viewing the CNN town hall meeting of Parkland shooting, I wanted to post it.
Photo from Google
Some may think of zen
Bullet noise from AR 15s
NRA pro-lifers all
This weeks Tuesday Photo Challenge from Frank is unusual one, Shape.
There are many shapes that fascinate me, some of which I will rather not go into in a public forum. In nature there are many shapes that really attract me. Two of them are flowers ( most delicate ) and mountains ( most resilient ). Capturing a few of them here.
These photos are of flowers from my garden taken at different time. The first one was taken yesterday and the one following was taken today. The other two were from last year.
Looking at these enchanting flowers, I forgot about the mountains. So here it is. A photo of the majestic El Capitan in Yosemite Valley taken during a trip last week.
Darkness pitch black
Soft touch of
In loving quest
Flowing warmth of
Of deafening silence
In that moment
Of ecstatic rupture
A fire was lit
Over all these years
Lighting the path
Amidst the abyss
In the end
Love is all
Entry for photo challenge A Face in the Crowd
Hima – snow Alaya – abode, or home 18 Days. 230 Kms. ^5410m Heights. 402,392 Steps. Temperature lows -20c… This is one hell of a walk. A few years ago I did the Lares trek in Peru, top height 4550 meters. It didn’t go that well. I really struggled. These days I’m a lot fitter and […]
via Where The Snow Lives – trekking the Annapurna Circuit — Two tracks on the ground…
In response to Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt
Strings attached long broken, servitude rejected
Roses one day a year does not redeem love unrequited
She has flown the coop, liberated
Another school shooting, another debate. When will this stop? Congress have blood in their hands. Hiding behind the second amendment, debate will go on between the gun lobby and those clamoring for gun restriction while innocents will pay the price.
I wrote this poem a day after six religious fanatics shot dead hundred and forty nine people including hundred and thirty two students in a school in Peshawar, Pakistan on December 14, 2014. Originally posted this poem in my blog on December 20, 2015.
There was a storm here yesterday,
And I saw this tree
Bereft of all the beautiful colored foliages,
Strewn all around it on the ground.
One leaf was clinging to a branch
Quivering in the winds, trying to hang around.
Continue reading “Storm”