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”

No Shame in Failing

Temper dreams with pragmatism
Resolve with fortitude
A slide down with a lift up
Banish self doubt with conviction
Have faith on self
Give mind a free rein
But do keep control
There is a reason
Brain is not on your loin
Those led by their loins
Will perish by their loins
Do the right thing
Think but do follow through
No shame in failing

Web:Week Forty Eight of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Growing up, only web that I was aware of was spider webs.  As a child, with many of my friends, I had spent endless hours destroying spider webs and was mesmerized by the constant efforts of the spiders to rebuild the destroyed webs.  It fascinated me to see spider webs attracting insects to to the webs and the lightning speed that the spiders would come to kill the entrapped insects.  Majority  of the time, spiders were able to overpower the entrapped insects though there would be a few instances where beetles or bees would free themselves of the web and fly off.  Somehow, and I am not sure if it was learnt from the elders, I always felt the spiders and their webs were helpful to us in keeping unwanted insects in control.

However, even with my best try, I could not teach that same love and respect of spiders and their webs  to my daughter.  Several readings of Charlotte’s Web during her infancy and while growing up did not help. She has a unhealthy fear of spiders and webs.  Maybe it was a premonition of the damages that the new technological wonder of wold wide web could cause.  Don’t get me wrong.  Like the real web, I still have a healthy respect for www.  Without it I could not have been able to connect with my readers using WP.  However, I also have a dubious healthy respect to the damages being caused by this new web.  The web of lies spreading at the speed of light is causing irreparable harm to the modern human society.  We are being slowly entrapped in this new web and being stifled and strangled to death by the manipulating spiders.

So, in this last week of year 2016 and week forty eight of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, I dedicate the starting word of my poem to “WEB”.

Wishing all my dear readers a very joyous and prosperous NEW YEAR 2017.  May we all have peace in the coming year.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Dec-28-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

WALK

Walk the path you chose
All alone if you must
Life is yours to live
Keep it under control

Walk for your health
As best as you can
Let not life’s worries
Kill all the fun

Walk the path less travelled
At Least make a try
Lead life as happy as can be
Kind and gentle be you

Walk with your family
And with your friends
Lots of goodwill and love
Keep you happy and hale


Write anything Wednesday Aug-24-2016

Worry

Worry about what we can do and not about what’s not in our hands.

Worry bug
Burrowing a hole
In my heart
Worry about
Everything under the sun
No rhyme and reason
Whatever may be the season
Mind in worry prison
Holding a gun
To my head
I try my best
Be worry free
Walk away from
What worries me
The worry bug
Silently and relentlessly
Burrows deep inside
Rooting through every vein
Peace and tranquility
Victims in pain
Deep fried brain
Trying its best
To signal
Distressed heart
Think about
What you control
Let worry worry about
What’s not in
Your hand


 

Week 4 of my journey of a poem starting with letter “W”

Write Anything Wednesday Feb 24

When Nothing Seems to Work

Days when nothing seems to work well
Even getting up from bed feels like hell
Everything touched start falling apart
Mind goes blank burdened with a heavy heart
When the weight of the world bears down
Everywhere is darkness, nowhere to run
Climbing into a fetal position in a cocoon
All around it’s a premonition of doom
Hiding in a corner as if it is a safe harbour
When suddenly in the air there is a soft murmur
The world is neither a bed of roses
Nor the world owes anything to you
Grass is not always green
Not always covered with dew
Get up, awake, take hold, be in control
No shame in failing
Try again
Take hold and be on a roll