Yesterday, I was.
Today, I am.
Tomorrow, may be.
Yesterday, I did not.
Today, I do not.
Tomorrow, I could have.
They say, don’t look back
Move forward.
Future passes through present
connected to past.
Disconnected, dead.
Yesterday, I was.
Today, I am.
Tomorrow, may be.
Yesterday, I did not.
Today, I do not.
Tomorrow, I could have.
They say, don’t look back
Move forward.
Future passes through present
connected to past.
Disconnected, dead.
This week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt from Frank is “Height“.
My entry for this week is from my trip to Hawaii last year. This photo was taken on my hike up the Koko Head trail. The trail is about 1.5 miles round trip from the parking lot, 1200 feet high ( ~ 1000 feet elevation gain) and up nearly vertical and steep 1048 steps of abandoned railway steps. But the trip was also memorable to me as providence, in the guise of my beloved wife, saved me from near death ( or at least a broken body as I slipped during my return trip. I do not know where she got the strength ( I weigh roughly 1.5X her weight ) to hold on to my shirt without herself slipping and stopping me from rolling down steep 500 feet.
Koko Head Trail, Oahu, Hawaii – September 2017. Last 500 steps up is really steep. As per veloviewer.com statistics, average grade is 39.8% with a maximum grade of 85.8% (https://veloviewer.com/segment/1577261/Koko+Head+Trail+Climb).
As I promised Frank, below is my photo from Capilano Suspension Bridge taken during my trip to Vancouver, BC in December, 2004.
Dream or hope
Take one or the other
Life gave me a choice
I begged for both Continue reading “Hobson’s Choice”
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.
Continue reading “Fistful of Stars Covered by Dark Clouds : Collection of Five Short Poems”
If death be a lover
And grants only one wish
Will make death promise
To embrace and take me whole
Not break me up
Piece by piece
I do not wear a watch anymore
No band to adorn my wrist
Tentacles, suffocating, broken
Now I have time for everything
I stop to listen
Not rush to talk
Schedule slipped is fine
Will be rescheduled
Whenever I have time
Appointments missed
Will make new one
Final appointment
Schedule unknown
Looking at the watch
Of no help
Every step nearer to the grave
I feel more liberated
Eternity is a myth
Death, a friend
To be embraced
I am free of
Tyranny of time
A clear blue sky lacks definition,
A blank slate characterless,
Beware of the one without blemish,
Beneath the serene surface
Lurks the deepest secrets.
Enemies with flaws
Will learn to handle
Lily white friends,
Suspicion will poison minds.
Even the supreme ones
Of all faiths
Must have some failings
To create us mere mortals.
Strive for perfection,
Never perfect.
Death is perfect,
End of the road.
Useless.
Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.’ – W.B.Yeats
Seducing me at every step
From the moment of grand entrance
Alluring mistress are you
Promising to keep me company
Till death do us part
I fell into your trap many a times
Weak of mind in moments such
Seduction irresistible to come away with you
Dreams of afterlife, mysterious unknown beckoned
How must you be disappointed with my betrayal
But my sensuous mistress you did know
I have promised myself to someone else
To life, with all the sufferings and pain
I have promised my heart and soul
And when the time comes, as promised
I will leave this body to you
Till death do us part
My mistress
You are no mystery to me
I embrace you with open arms
Death, my eternal mistress
Let me go away on my terms
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Thirteen
Sacha’s back with another of her #Writespiration prompts!
And the prompt this week…
You have lost your hold on me
Once I befriended you
Embraced and welcomed you
With open arms
I am ready, but
Stop these mayhems
What purpose does it serve
Everyone will have to welcome you
One day or the other
When the time comes
Why make it harder
To love you
Photo : Google
I have written about death before. Shortlink to couple of them here: “http://wp.me/p73yZZ-22C” , “http://wp.me/s73yZZ-storm”
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