Fight Another Day

A new year, new hope in the horizon
Resolutions do not matter
They are made to be broken
What matters most is the will to carry on
To pick up the broken pieces and move on
Everything may not have gone the way we wanted
But that’s how life usually is
Scars fester and are infertile
Need not carry those in our hearts
Analyzing and overanalyzing
Old ideas hibernating
What did not work, let’s throw those away
It’s time to come in from the cold
Reinvigorated, much still need to be done
Compromise does not mean defeat
It’s will to fight another day

 

Vagabond (লক্ষ্যবিহীন পথিক)

I wrote this poem on Christmas Eve morning while having my breakfast. Everybody else was still enjoying their Saturday morning nap.  I wrote the poem first in my mother tongue, Assamese (Axomiya) , and then translated to English.  Posting both versions here.


 

লক্ষ্যবিহীন পথিক

নাই কোনো অভিযোগ
নাই কোনো অভিলাষ
নকৰো হাবিয়াস
ঘাত প্ৰতিঘাত
ভাল আৰু বেয়াৰ সংঘাত
জীৱনৰ নাই কোনো হাত
হেৰাই যোৱা অতিত
অনাগত ভৱিষ্যত
সকলোতে মোৰেই হাতৰ ছাপ
অনাহকত জীৱনক কৰো দায়বদ্ধ
জীৱন নিজৰ পথত
বাট হেৰুওৱা
লক্ষ্যবিহীন পথিক মই

Vagabond

No complaints
No expectations
Sans desire
Bumps and bruises
Constant struggle between
Good and evil
Life has no hand
On past long lost
Nor on coming future
Everywhere I look
See my imprint
Life not responsible
For anything
Life on its own path
I
An aimless vegabond

Wind of Change

Wind of change blowing
In change life flowing
Nature on the move
Don’t fear what’s new

Why to be afraid
Inquisitive mind is brave
Now is the time
Do embrace new challenge

Wind of change blowing
Intense, dark and brooding
Now is the time
Destroy all fear,rise

When no one comes
In yourself have faith
Never despair, be strong
Destruction precedes all construction


Write anything Wednesday Sept-14-2016

Wind of Change:Week Thirty Three of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Change is the only constant in life.  If one is caught unprepared when the wind of change hits, life can take a unwanted turn.  It is always better to expect change even though it may not always be possible to prepare for it.

Such was my case when I first moved to US.  Life suddenly took a sharp turn from a comfortable working life back in India to life of a graduate student in US and unexpected blessings of being a parent.  From those days of constant struggle, life had taken many turns.  Today we are faced with another change, another turn in life.  After long years  of parenting three kids through elementary, middle, high school and college, in couple of days we will face the new challenge of being empty nesters.  My youngest son and daughter is leaving home for their universities.  Though they will surely be visiting during breaks, based on the experience with our eldest son, life is not going to be the same.  All these years of gentle nudging, shouting, outright threatening, bribing and ultimately giving up in despair is about to be over.  In a few days the house will be silent.  I think I am afraid of that silence.  But is there any point resisting the wind of change?  Better to accept and embrace and move forward.

On a positive side, from next week I may have some more time at my disposal to write.  I am hoping the wind of change will be positive for all of us. With that hope, my choice for the word starting with “W” for my poem for week thirty three of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W” is wind of change .


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Sept-14-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

What

What do I have to lose
Heaven knows if I am not trying even
All that I can think of is
Time will not wait for me

Why do I have to worry
Hindsight is always 20/20
Anything I want to try
There is no guarantee

Where all fun has gone
Hard is life as it is
Add more misery to life
Tell me what I am going to gain

When I sum up everything
How blessed do I feel
Ample opportunities life has given
To be what I want to be


Write anything Wednesday Sept-07-2016

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

WALK:Week Thirty of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Walking is my favorite form of exercise.  I am not talking of brisk walking, though at times I am forced to do it.  From time to time I do hit the treadmill, have one at home.  It takes up more space than I ever wanted, but one have to indulge their better half to keep peace at home.

What I really like is a leisurely walk, absorbing the environment around me. Walking, for me is blissful.  I forget my worries, my anger slowly dissipates and before I know it I become one with my surroundings. School kids walking or biking to school, old lady carrying groceries in plastic bags, the runner impatiently waiting for the signal to turn green, woman applying makeup while driving, everyone has a unique story to tell. Walking allows me to observe life as it unfolds.  After a long time, yesterday night I went for a long walk with my dog Skooby.  The night was cool and serene. Even Skooby must have realized that I was in no hurry.  He stopped here and there, smelled around and tried to mark his territory everywhere but after a couple of brisk attempts he did not have much left to mark anything.  The road was completely empty even though it was not that late.  I was at peace with myself. Wish I could have walked some more but I had an early morning appointment.  That walk must have done a lot of good because I slept like a baby and woke up refreshed in the morning.

Walk is going to be the starting word for my poem today for week thirty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”.  I hope I can do justice to walk and you will enjoy it as much as I enjoy my walk.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Aug-24-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Well-being

Well-being and happiness
Endless joyous days and nights
Life a pleasant journey
Lovely state of mind

Beware, all good things come to an end
Eternity is but just a pipe dream
Infuse yourself with goodness and good health
Never be swayed by greed and always run after wealth
Give yourself the gift of a kind and loving heart

Wealthy you may not be, but sense of
Well-being and happiness will follow you around


Week 25 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write anything Wednesday July-20-2016

Well-being or wellbeing, my dear reader, decide you may
While I happily accept both and merrily go my way

This Moment

Do not care any more for life
Will take it one day at a time
As it comes
One hour,
One minute,
One moment
To ponder
Live in the moment
Live for myself
If I do not live
Does it count
Living for others
Everybody has own
Selfish reasons
For living
Their lives
No silver bullets
To end this agony
Of what will happen
In future
So why care
This moment
That I live
That’s what matters

Wheel

Wheel of life revolves slow and steady
Turning slowly towards its ultimate goal
H
ighs and lows,bumps on the road,
Nothing can stop its continuous roll
Eternity may be the quest of
Incarnations of the immortal soul
Eternal is not this life of ours,
One day we must leave this watering hole
Live life to its fullest, without fear,
Everybody will have to pay the toll


Week 18 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday-May 1-2016