Big Canvas

what better canvas
than a big, open sky,
where the cloud moves,
and imagination shapes
apparitions illusive,
and a gentle breeze blows,
wiping the slate clean,
a fresh canvas presented
to paint one’s masterpiece.

I soar to an unknown beyond

far above the clouds

gingerly I tread

my eyes on the rising sun

I soar

riding the sun rays

to an unknown beyond

freed from the bondings

holding me to the earth

I soar

a path unknown

but a journey beautiful

can only imagine

the adventure and

excitement that lies beyond

let me ride the

waves of your love

and for you

leaving behind the

story of my life

I soar

to an unknown beyond

Am I wrong to love my muse?

This poem started as a comment to this question posed by one of the most talented poet (thelonelyauthorblog ) I have  the good fortune to interact with.  Thank you Drew. The title of the poem and the first line is the question and the poem was my spontaneous response. I was not thinking of posting it as a stand alone poem till today morning when Drew asked me if I have posted this.  Hence posted without edit. 

“Am I wrong to love my muse?”

If yes

Then may be

God was wrong

To let love flow

Because it’s beyond

Us mortals

Not to fall

In love

And suffer

The pain

That opens

The floodgate

Of passion

And every drop

That bleeds

Adorns the pages

And the clouds

Carry the silent cries

To my muse

Fistful of Stars Covered by Dark Clouds : Collection of Five Short Poems

Wrote this collection of five short poems first in my mother tongue, Axomiya(Assamese), couple of weeks back.  Translated these to English today with the Axomiya version following.  The first poem, titled If Death be a Lover was posted on my blog on March 16, 2018.

If death be a lover

And grants only one wish

Will make death promise

To embrace and take me whole

Almaden Valley after the rains

How green is my valley
It’s still winter
With advent of spring
When the world will
Turn green
Rain clouds will part
Sun will shine bright
Alas
My valley will turn
Golden brown again

Warning

Warning clouds rumble on the horizon
Anxious citizens play wait and see game
Rich are getting ready to get richer
Never in doubt about the outcome
Insecure dreamers dread doubtful future
Not knowing what will happen with their lives
Greed is getting ready to trump good for ever

Warning to all of us who chose to ignore
Are we now ready to pay the price
Risk of a nation divided by ugly vitriolics
Novelty of change will wear out soon
Immigrants are bad unless wives of POTUS elect
Narcissist nabob will make the people dance
Great hyperbole will trump common sense

Warning message to those who did not care
All’s not lost yet if you dare to oppose
Russian puppet shows ruining your life
Now is the time to come together
Insure that you won’t be rolled over
Need to be vigilant to preserve hard won rights
Get ready to trump their evil designs

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Write Anything Wednesday

 

A Clearing in the Clouds

Searching for the silver lining

In each passing cloud

As the storms roll by

Shelters hard to find

Know there is a tomorrow

Storms will pass

Clouds will clear

There will be sunshine

But for now I will settle for

A clearing in the clouds

To rest my tired bones