Extravagant

O thou extravagant,

with the luxury of time to waste

to indulge in nostalgia of

a bygone past,

spare some of it

to explore the beauty

of the present,

and nurture it well.

reach out and embrace

what is,

lest the future passes you by,

and you are left with

the luxury of time,

to waste and rue,

what could have been,

what could have been!

Life – A Unique Feeling

I was sitting on the breakfast table with my first cup of coffee in hand. My wife was on the phone with her sister, visiting my eighty plus mother-in-law. Physically they were some ten thousand miles apart but modern technology had made it easier to stay connected. They were discussing how to make it easier for my fiercely independent but increasingly feisty mother-in-law navigate the impending two weeks long lock down to be implemented in a couple of days to combat increasing cases of COVID -19. Bits and pieces of their conversation that I overheard resulted in my mind digress from the cup of coffee in my hand. Result, a cup of cold coffee and the random thoughts below.  I wrote the poem in my mother tongue Axomiya (Assamese) first and then translated to English now. Here the order is in reverse.

Life -A Unique Feeling

Because no straight lines in nature,
Life to tread a tortuous path?
Does it make any sense?
 
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Day I learnt to measure life
In terms of material wealth,
Life became worthless.
 
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To make one understand my desire, not my responsibility. 
Expecting everyone to understand me,
Foolishness or  my audacity?
 
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Past and future unknown mystery, in between treads life,
Tomorrow everyone will go their own way,
For the ephemeral moment, why the illusory attachment?

জীৱন – এটা অনুভূতি

প্ৰকৃতিত  হেনো সৰল ৰেখা নাই,
সেয়ে জীৱনৰ পথ হ’ব ঘূৰণীয়া, জটিল,
কিনো মানে হয়?
 
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যিদিনাই শিকিলো টকা পইচাৰ তুলাচনিত
জুখিব জীৱনৰ মূল্যবোধ,
জীৱন হ’ল মূল্যহীন।
 
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মই কি বিচাৰো বুজাব ৰাইজক নহয় মোৰ কৰ্তব্য,
সকলোৱে বুজিব মোক আশা কৰাটো
মোৰ মূৰ্খতা নে ধৃষ্টতা?
 
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আগলৈও নাই, পিচলৈও নাই, মাজত সীমিত জীৱন,
কালি সকলোৱে আকৌ আপোন পথত,
দুঘড়ীৰ বাবে কিয় এই মায়াৰ বান্ধোন?
 

Don’t ask me about past bygone

I wrote this poem a few days back in my mother tongue , অসমীয়া  (pronounced Axomiya, also known as Assamese) and translated to Bengali and shared with my friends and family. After a couple of days I translated the poem to Hindi and English in that order.  Among the four, Hindi is my weak point. Sharing all four version with English first and the others in the order written.

Ask me not what pain is hidden

Behind the smile

Past is buried today

Long forgotten Continue reading “Don’t ask me about past bygone”

Bridge of Love

The air was heavy with palpable anticipation

As we stepped gingerly into a journey unknown

Smooth sailing it was not, tumultuous and choppy

As we launched life’s catamaran on a rough sea

Two unique souls bound by a bridge of love

We set our own course of travel, far and wide

Today when the air is heavy with worries of a future unknown

My darling, with love as our light, will vanquish apprehension