Divide Artificial – “One-Liner Wednesday”

This post is in response to Linda’s  #1OneLinerWednesday.

As I was walking my dog Skooby today morning, a few lines of a poem was churning in my head.  Normally I will sit down at my PC or jot down in my mobile whenever such things happen but I did not have recourse to any one of those today.  Can’t rely on old memory too much now a days. By the time I sat on my PC, what remained is just one line of the poem. So before I forget, here is to One Liner Wednesday

Race is the cement,
color of skin sand,
language aggregates,
concrete to nationality steel,
building the dividing wall of religion
keeping us apart
while the river of love
from time immemorial
flows with the color of blood,
RED.

Changes Inevitable – a set of haikus

Inevitable
Tree leaves turn green to amber
Changes natural

Cyclic seasons turn
Black to grey hairs turn, aging
Coloring futile

Enchanting rose blooms
Heavenly beauty withers
Fragrant memory

A sudden storm blows
Uproots strongest oak tree, dead
Nature impartial

Birth to death, cycle
Changes, process natural
Inevitable

I Search in Vain

My friend Jane (Jane Dougherty) had introduced me to writing Ghazals in English some time back.  Growing up in India, I was quite familiar to listening to ghazals but never knew that ghazals were also written in English.  During last few months, I tried my hand writing a few pieces. I either write in my mother tongue, Assamese ( Axomiya), and then translate to English or vice versa.  Last week, like a fool, I prompted Jane to write a ghazal as she had not posted a ghazal for quite some time.  She turned the table on me as she promptly wrote one and posted (Rain) and challenged me to write one. I find it very hard to follow rules while writing poetry and ghazals do have some strict rules.  I am not professing that I have followed all the rules but here is my try.  My apologies to all the purist who follow strict rules. I plead guilty to breaking the rules.

I wrote the following piece in English first and then translated to Assamese. Posting it in the same sequence.


 

I Search in Vain

Just wanted to be human but society pigeonholes
Hyphenated identity breaks my heart as society pigeonholes

Continue reading “I Search in Vain”

Non-believer

I believe in the goodness of humanity
Believe that dawn will follow night surely
Believe in all things beautiful
Though the world is full of misery
Believe in  oneness of mankind, disappearance
Of artificial boundaries dividing us
Believe one day we shall overcome, and
Win our fight against eradication of crippling diseases
Believe we will be able to stop all abuses and exploitation
And rise above our shortsighted, mean spirited oppressors
I believe that peace will prevail over terror
Truth will always trump fake
Those who preach hatred
Will be consumed by their own hatred
But I do also believe that we the people
Of diverse faith, color and race
Working together will create wonder
To make this world better
Because I am not ready to wait
For grace of almighty
And believe in miracles to happen
You shun me as a non-believer
I will rather have my faith
In the goodness of humanity
And burn in hell if need be