I Search in Vain

My friend Jane (Jane Dougherty) had introduced me to writing Ghazals in English some time back.  Growing up in India, I was quite familiar to listening to ghazals but never knew that ghazals were also written in English.  During last few months, I tried my hand writing a few pieces. I either write in my mother tongue, Assamese ( Axomiya), and then translate to English or vice versa.  Last week, like a fool, I prompted Jane to write a ghazal as she had not posted a ghazal for quite some time.  She turned the table on me as she promptly wrote one and posted (Rain) and challenged me to write one. I find it very hard to follow rules while writing poetry and ghazals do have some strict rules.  I am not professing that I have followed all the rules but here is my try.  My apologies to all the purist who follow strict rules. I plead guilty to breaking the rules.

I wrote the following piece in English first and then translated to Assamese. Posting it in the same sequence.


 

I Search in Vain

Just wanted to be human but society pigeonholes
Hyphenated identity breaks my heart as society pigeonholes

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Non-believer

I believe in the goodness of humanity
Believe that dawn will follow night surely
Believe in all things beautiful
Though the world is full of misery
Believe in  oneness of mankind, disappearance
Of artificial boundaries dividing us
Believe one day we shall overcome, and
Win our fight against eradication of crippling diseases
Believe we will be able to stop all abuses and exploitation
And rise above our shortsighted, mean spirited oppressors
I believe that peace will prevail over terror
Truth will always trump fake
Those who preach hatred
Will be consumed by their own hatred
But I do also believe that we the people
Of diverse faith, color and race
Working together will create wonder
To make this world better
Because I am not ready to wait
For grace of almighty
And believe in miracles to happen
You shun me as a non-believer
I will rather have my faith
In the goodness of humanity
And burn in hell if need be

Titles That Define

Defined by titles

Earned or self proclaimed 

Size of bank balance

Hearalding status

Monarchy is dead

Long live the king

We are so and so

Even it may be ex

Like to see it in paper

After our names though

As if the titles

Bestow respectability 

At the expense of our humanity

Knowledge be damned

Humility sign of weakness

We search the internent

To titillate our senses

With an attitude of

Holier than thou

We lament

What this world has become

Where we are known 

Not by our qualities

But the titles that define

Their Place In Sunshine Today: Three Line Tales, Week 68

three line tales week 68: a whole bunch of graduates at their graduation ceremonyphoto by Faustin Tuyambaze via Unsplash

Sea of freshly minted humanity unfurling waves of radiant hope for a rosy future

Let them enjoy their fifteen minutes of fame and their place in sunshine today

Before the world comes crashing down, robbing their innocence and trading their souls


TLT Week 68

Past is History, Not a Mystery

For those that past is not history but a mystery

Anything that can’t be explained a miracle

At the drop of a hat those who are ready

To confer divinity to reformers of the past

But are ready to punish and instill fear of death

On the followers of reformers of modern age

Heretics and hearsay if you question the past

Are we to believe that everything modern is foolish

And ignore the witch hunts and killings of the past

In the names of the divine and almighties

Fie to those for whom the past is a crutch

To crush any discourse and dissent

Fie to those who will not leave any stone unturned

To keep humanity shackled in fear of an all merciful

Past has becomes a tool in the hands of the powerful

To keep legions in line as blind followers

Reformers, yes! Enlightened humans they were.

We the ignorants put them in pedestals

Covering our eyes with religious blinds

Walking hobbled in our daily life

Looking for a saviour to save our souls

While the merchants of death

Paddle the past as pillars of faith