Love is a four letter word, so is pain

Letting go will ease the pain, they say

Only if leaving would have been easy

Value what you have, cherish today

Everything past is history, future fantasy


To my dear readers, I will be out for few weeks on a trip and may not have good internet connections.  So till we meet again, Happy Holidays and here is to wishing you all a very happy New Year 2018 in advance.

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Crimson Crown

The streets are empty now, mourners have gone home
Lonely flower bouquets keeping each other company
Street lamps casting their lights as shadows roam
Here and there a few walk around drunkenly

What a lovely day it was full of laughter and hope
People milling around happily, sun shining through
A few shady characters trying to sell some dope
As I saw her coming down the street, my hope grew

She came with open arms and thousand roses bloomed
Her rosy cheeks and radiant smile filled my heart with joy
Never did I realized my love was to be short lived and doomed
In my imagination, she was more beautiful than Helen of Troy

Single red rose I offered she accepted with glee
Hand in hand we walked enjoying the day
Oblivious to the world around us, our spirits free
Ready to face the unknown future, come what may

When it came it came with a bang, no one expected
Peace was shattered, sun hid its face, the street exploded
Loud bang followed by deadly silence was all that remained
Blood and bones scattered everywhere, as chaos reigned

Amidst the ruins I looked for my love, where my joy has gone
Stem of the red rose bereft of its petals was the only memento I found
Heart filled with grief, bracing myself to a pole, looked up at the setting sun
Red rose petals mixed with gold blazed like a crimson crown


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Seven

 

 

 

I have not changed

I have not changed
I learned to live
With a long list
Of unachieved goals
Ghost of accepting
The inevitable
Things that I can’t change
Does not faze me now
Hiding behind a mask
Of my own making
Tolerating unseen pain
Is no longer acceptable
I am free of the shadows
Lurking behind the veil
Not defeated
My soul is free
Garbage of the past
Unburdened
Forward to future
I have not changed

DAWN (Updated to follow rule )

My first attempt at this poetry form sponsored by (Jane : Ghazal Challenge) failed in following the rules.  Updating the poem to try to follow the rules as closely as possible.  Updated the translation to Assamese also.


This post is in response to Poetry Challenge sponsored by Jane Dougherty.  This is my first attempt for this poetry form.  I also decided to translate my first attempt of this poetry form to my mother tongue, Assamese, a major Indian language spoken by the people from the northeastern Indian state of Assam.


Opened my eyes to dawn’s beautiful streaming light,
Memories of the first mesmerizing dawn, today breaks my heart.

So many things we said on that morning long forgotten
Words that remained unspoken, today breaks my heart.

Many miles we walked that day at the crack of dawn
Steps that were not taken, today breaks my heart.

So much we planned on that beautiful dawn
What we forgot to plan, today breaks my heart.

Laughter and songs filled our life that blissful dawn
Without you silent is the dawn, today breaks my heart.

প্ৰভাতী সুৰযৰ ৰাঙলী কিৰণত মেলিলো নয়ন দুটি
তোমাৰ লগত প্ৰথম প্ৰভাতৰ স্মৃতি, অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি

কত কথা কৈছিলো দুৰ অতীতৰ সেই প্ৰভাতত
যি কথা নহল কোৱা তাকে ভাবি অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি

কত দুৰ বাট বুলিছিলো অতীতৰ সেই দোকমোকালিত
যি পথ নহল লোৱা তাকে ভাবি অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি

কত পৰিকল্পনা ভৱিষ্যতৰ সেই সুমধুৰ প্ৰভাতত
যি কথা নহল ভাবা তাকে ভাবি অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি

সেই সুন্দৰ প্ৰভাতৰ হাঁহি আৰু গানে ভৰা জীৱনৰ স্মৃতি
আজি নিৰ্জন পুৱা নাইকিয়া তুমি, অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি

Salute to Mother: Limerick Challenge Week 19 – Mother

All the mothers in the world, I salute thee
Carry future of the world for nine months free
Some turn out fine and alright
Others are a lifelong fight
Are fathers to just have fun and make merry


This post is in response to LimerickChallengeWeek19  hosted by Mind and Life Matters