I wrote this poem in my mother tongue Axomiya (Assamese) yesterday and translated to English today. This poem is part of a series of poems I am writing for last nine months or so in Axomiya and sharing in Facebook from time to time. Not all of them are translated to English yet though I hope to do it someday.
Why did you ask me answer To a question without one, I gave you my heart Without any question, Alas, you didn’t wait Even for a moment For an answer, Away you went To a place too far, The new address, You didn’t share, Today I wait forever, Door to my heart, ajar, And in the pubs, As the barmaids pour wine, In goblets kept filled, I search for an answer, To that question without solution, Of yours.
day will come when our paths diverge a new life waits you while I walk alone down memory lane what lies ahead, destiny death will knock on the door when the time comes but tonight fill my cup this moment that I am with you pour me so much love that it overflows let me satiate my thirst and drown in your love let me capture the moments we have left and fill my heart so that the poison never touches my lips again and when the grim reaper stands behind me shall I say I have no fear of thee for I have loved for eternity
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.
I am vacationing with my family and this post definitely was not in my planning.
We visited Horseshoe Bend in Page. Arizona on XMas day afternoon. It was a joyous occasion for us as we had planned it for a long time. Little did we know that at a time we were having fun, a family was grieving for their loved one who lost her life at that very spot twenty four hours ago.
We arrived Bryce Canyon at about 8:30PM yesterday to biting cold and immediately went out for dinner before the restaurants closed. On return to our hotel and opening internet, very first news that we got in whatsapp from my brother-in-law shook us to the core. We scoured the internet to know what happened. All the news channels had reported that on Christmas eve afternoon a girl from San Jose, CA (my hometown) fell to her death at Horseshoe Bend. Parents reported her missing after looking for her for couple of hours. A helicopter search located her body seven hundred feet below the lookout point but it was too late in the evening to recover the body. The body was recovered on Christmas day AT ten in the morning.
My mind immediately focussed on the tension my wife was going through when we were having fun at Horseshoe Bend. It was a gorgeous evening, cool but not cold with the sun low on the horizon. She, like any good mother, was trying to keep us all away from going too near the rim as we were busy clicking away trying to preserve the moment in our cameras and cell phones. All around us, young and old alike were busy taking selfies. A barrier was erected near the rim of the look out point but many adventurous souls were scattered all over happily oblivious that a tragedy had occurred there may be less than twenty four hours ago. It may have hurt the business if people would have known. One can only speculate.
As we were about to return to the shuttle stop my wife panicked as we could not locate our daughter. For about ten minutes or so, she basically went bonkers looking for her. Happily we found her well inside the barrier taking photos. I can only imagine what was going through the minds of the parents of the missing girl the previous evening.
While the cause of the fall is not known yet and speculation is futile, our memory of Horseshoe Bend will foreever be associated with this tragedy. Pray that the grieving parents find strength to bear with this great loss.
As for me I can only say that please be careful. Don’t let a moment’s indiscretion be the cause of lifelong grief.
I am visiting my home town, Guwahati, in India for Durga Puja. The nine day celebration (Navaratri) of worshipping Goddess Durga ends on the tenth day with the immersion of her idol on Vijaya Dashami (October 19th this year. Last I was in Guwahati for Durga Puja was in 1984.
On my way to Guwahati, I stayed in Kolkata for two days meeting my college class mates whom I had not seen for more than four decades. The poem below is an expression of how I felt meeting my friends, with whom I had spent five years of my life, after such a long time.