Morning Bloom

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‘He made the world to be a grassy road

Before her wandering feet.’ – W. B. Yeats

O’ morning bloom

Cheeks turned lovely pink

Gently touched by rising sun

One look at nature’s boon

All it took

To shrug off the gloom

 

O’ morning bloom

Fill my heart with joy

Banishing dark, gory mood

What a joy to behold

Your smiling, radiant face

Warming my heart

Driving away chilling cold

 

O’ morning bloom

Spread the joy all around

For a moment

Give us hope

Push away thoughts

Of dawning doom


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

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

Today morning I had to get up early to take my dog Skooby out as he was restless. It was crisp and cold outside, about 50 F.  As I went out, I realized that though it was 6 AM, it was pitch dark.  The sky was clear and stars were burning bright.  As I looked up to the sky, a feeling of loneliness, a feeling of insignificance swept over me.  I was sort of happy and sad at the same time.  Happy to see the vast, wide expanse of the starlit sky and sad at the thought of how insignificant we are compared to the universe.

During the course of the day, the thought stayed in my mind off and on.  I did not have much time to dwell on that due to work load.  As I sat down to write my weekly post for Write Anything Wednesday now, I was again reminded about the dark, wide expanse of the sky.

So here I am.  I did not have to look far and wide for the starting word of my poem for week thirty six of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”.  Like the stars in the sky, the word was twinkling in my mind.  Let me go and explore the wide universe.  Maybe I will be able to write a poem wide enough to encompass all my readers.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Oct-5-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

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

WEEKEND

Weekend! the thought of the coming weekend
Energized me with sweet dreams of sleeping late
Enticing mornings of leisurely curling up in bed
Killing that incessant alarm with a slap of my hand
Enjoying my morning cup of tea in bed
Naturally all good things must come to an end
Dreaded  reminder of the “Honey Do” list from dearest

Weekend day dreaming came to an abrupt crashing end


Week 14 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday 5-4-2016

Early Spring in NorCal

Spring has arrived early in NorCal, at least around the area I hike on Sunday morning with my friends. Day started nice and cool with a mild breeze and warmed up by the time we completed our seven miles hike on the mountains. Surprise of the day was abundance of flowers so early on along the trails. Alas, no red roses that I could take back to my lady love.Earlyspringcollage

Who Do I Thank

Just thankful to be in this beautiful world on a beautiful morning

(Written on Thanksgiving, 2015, morning during a hike on the hills near my home)

Who Do I Thank

Oh! Who do I thank?
This beautiful morning,
What do I call thee,
Creation or evolution?
Or just a marching of time?
Infinity or finite universe,
Does it matter,
Here and now?
Sunlight streaming,
Birds chirping,
Colorful leaves
Caught in an up draft ,
Fluttering
Like butterfles
Glistening in the morning sun,
Mild breeze
Caressing  my face,
Cooling touch
Gently drying my sweaty skin,
Heart pounding
Begging for rest,
One more step,
One more bend on the trail,
Just thankful to be away
Amidst nature so bountiful.
Giving freely all its blessings,
Asking nothing in return.
Just thankful to be
Here and now,
Thanks to be
In this beautiful world.

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