Emotional Deluge

I wrote this poem in my mother tongue, Axomiya(Assamese) a few days back.  I have a few Bengali friends from my college days with whom I share my poems.  Whenever I share a poem written in Assamese with them, I try to translate that to Bengali for their benefit. I do not claim any strength in writing in Bengali.  So if any of my reader finds my Bengali translation inadequate, I apologise.  Constructive criticism is appreciated as that will help me to improve my translation skill in future.

I translated the poem to English today and sharing all the three versions here, English followed by the original Assamese and then the Bengali translation.

 

If I am swept away someday
In an emotional deluge
Please stand by me
Be my rock
A pillar of patience Continue reading “Emotional Deluge”

Game of Love

The game of love

Is not what you think

Takes two to tango

Just one to break up

A spring of dreams

Laid barren by

Midsummer’s sun

Sent to cold storage

Deep Winter’s snow

Yesterday’s rose petals

Withered and blown away

The game of love

Flourishes watered by

Faith and hope

Patience and desire

Compromise makes it bloom

The game of love

Not for the faint hearted

Commitment keeps it alive

Weathering storms of doubt

The game of love

Rich pleasure

For those

Willing for

A slow waltz

Windows: Week 24 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

The day was hot. We had the a/c running with all doors and windows closed and drapes pulled tight.  As the evening slowly turned into night,outside temperature was falling rapidly and soon outside was cooler than inside.  As part of our normal routine during summer days, it was time to open the windows to let the outside cool air come inside.  This made me think about the purpose of windows in our daily life.  As the clock was ticking slowly and the day moving towards Thursday, I was feeling pressure to write my poem starting  with the letter “W” for week 24 of my fifty two weeks journey with “W”.  I will be honest, there are times when I think of not writing for Write Anything Wednesday.  Who is going to notice?  I know I will notice and once I break my commitment, it is gone.  So with a weary body, I drag myself to write a poem starting with the word “window” and hope that I can complete it before the clock strikes twelve.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-July-13-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Weekend Warriors:Week 14 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Due to increased workload and unplanned changes in my schedule, suddenly I find myself with less time to indulge in my passion. I am at serious peril of defaulting in my commitment to keep up with my weekly Wednesday schedule of writing a poem starting with the word “W”. When one is tired and the body just wants to be in a horizontal position, it is difficult to  focus and write anything meaningful. I know the drill. First it will slip by a day, then a couple of days. Days will turn to weeks and soon the flow will dry up. I will have to drag myself to do the unthinkable. That is to think and write something beforehand and schedule it  to be posted on Wednesday. Ugh! soon I will be one of those heinous weekend warriors.  God have mercy on me.  Till I can rearrange my life around my new schedule, I do not see any other way of continuing with my commitment.

I am kind of a weekend warrior as far as exercise is concerned. However exercise was never one of my passion. Only because it is difficult to see my toes when I stand up, due the ever increasing waistline, grudgingly I do some exercise to keep myself mobile. I enjoy hiking and every Sunday morning, with a few friends, I hike the hills around our area. We average around six miles every weekend. Good company, nice sceneries and friendly discussions are obviously added incentives.  Look forward to the weekend hiking. That may not qualify me to be a weekend warrior but it may be close enough.  Slowly I will graduate to be a weekend blogging warrior or a weekend blogarrior.

That being settled, I am now left to find a word that starts with the word “W” to write a poem for week fourteen of my journey with “W”. My tired brain refuses to think too much. I will go with the title of this post, both words that start with “W”. If only I had some more energy left to write a poem either with “weekend” or with “warrior”. Somewhere  in the world, it must be Wednesday, but where I live it is still 11:00PM, so I have twenty five more hours to complete my mission. Till then I can sleep over it.


This post is in response to WRITE ANYTHING WEDNESDAY (A LITTLE LATE) – MAY 4TH, 2016, Daily Post Community Event, organized by  Writerish Ramblings