This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .
As the stone glided
Wind carried the rippling waves
Dazzling sun rays danced
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Category: Poetry
Don’t ask me about past bygone
I wrote this poem a few days back in my mother tongue , অসমীয়া (pronounced Axomiya, also known as Assamese) and translated to Bengali and shared with my friends and family. After a couple of days I translated the poem to Hindi and English in that order. Among the four, Hindi is my weak point. Sharing all four version with English first and the others in the order written.
Ask me not what pain is hidden
Behind the smile
Past is buried today
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Home — Jane Dougherty Writes
This started as a comment I made to Jane’s poem today morning to which she responded immediately with a beautiful follow up and I responded back instantly. As people say, the rest is history.
The Oracle suggested the first section of this poem which became a collaborative poem when Pranab (in bold) chimed in. Why ask where home lies? Look out on the night ocean, listen to its wings beating, see how green morning wakes, slow and soft as peace falling, stars wheeling, in the vast silence of […]
Are We Selfish?
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Timing Matters
I kept silent
To buy peace
I kept silent
To get my
Wants fulfilled
I kept silent
For safety and security
I kept silent
For homogeneity
Now silenced
Neither did I
Buy peace
Nor freedom
For perceived safety
Bartered freedom
Forgetting history
And the millions
Who paid the price
Of my silence
With their lives
Taking shelter
Behind God’s will
To justify silence
As the powerful
Cavorted
And now chained
I suffer
Feeding the ego
Of a narcissist
And sleeping with
A cobra
Exciting but deadly
Pound of flesh
Will be extracted
Foolish to think
God created the
Gas chambers
Time to remain silent
Long past
Timing matters
Shadow of the stars
When the stars cast their shadows
And the moon goes dark
Path uneven lies forward
Every step out of sight
Eyes of the octopus targeted
At your heart
Sinewy tentacles keep pulling back
Down to the bottom of a dark past
When everything seems lost
And pervasive defeatism creeps in
Wounded soul comforted
By false bravado of
Suicidal paranoia
There is still hope to clutch
As the world turns
Sunrise not far
Shadows retreat
Path uneven lighted
Steps surefooted
As the shadows of fear shrink
Retreating stars smile
Depression fades away
Dance of the pious
When they look away
From the lies
And condone it
Because the liar
Serves their purpose
Truth sheds a solitary tear
And the Crocodiles smile
Somewhere the forgotten call
For a thousand year reich
Raises its ugly head
As goose stepping lemmings
Joyous in a macabre dance
Hail the false messaiah
Bell tolls for the masses
As correctness misguided
Rules the day
God, forlorn, irrelevant, ponders
If ends justify the means
