Before it is too late

Sailing down the river of passion

At breakneck speed,

If we had time

To catch our breath,

Thousands of ways

I could have told you

How much I loved you.

Now as life is winding down,

And before the call comes,

I will just take a moment, and

Without much ado,

Simply say,

I love you.

I love you.

Heaven on Earth

With you by my side dear
Where we end up I do not care

Heaven or hell does not matter

Let our passion wipe out hell

And our love create a heaven

On earth for all of us to share

Wings of Love

As you fly free on your wings of love, I rejoice
I cut my own for you to fly away with joy
My  darling, I can rein in my passion
But to cage my love and see you in pain
Just not in me to carry that painful  burden
Fly free, just tell me that my wait won’t be in vain

A Stolen Glance

The first stolen glance

The longing, the desire

Passion building up

Self doubts, separations

Long walks in silence

Cups of cold coffee

Left untouched on the table

Steam dispersed long ago

For one stolen glance darling

Punished I am

For sleepless nights

O thou pure of heart

No sin was committed

In the garden of Eden

What was pure

And natural

Was forever cursed

Banished from the garden

Carrying the blame of lust

O thou pure of heart

How thee lusted

In thy heart

For the forbidden fruit

And blamed the serpent

Letting God go scott free

One who created all

Must have created

Love and passion

And lust

The day

Darkness of our hearts

Clouded the sunshine

Of our minds

World became a

Dreary place to live

In our fear blemished life

We all have pains

that we carry unseen

Passing time

Fading memories

Lessen heartaches not

Blessed are those

With life a clean slate

Unburdened by the curse

They carry their secrets to

Their graves

Searching for Muse lost

Was it that long ago, by

The south seas

Warm waves crashing,

Bursting bubbles caressing

Scattered Snippets

I wrote a Hindi poem couple of days back and shared with my friends, many of them whose mother tongue is Hindi.  As none of them came after me with an ax, I dared to translate it to English and post today.  I am also attaching the original Hindi poem here. I am sure some of my readers, whose mother tongue is Hindi, may find fault with my Hindi.  My apologies.

Scattered Snippets

O’ love, cruel oppressor mine,
Ask me not
Where leads my path.
Home, I left for you
Heaven or hell
Does not matter now,

Worship & Goddess: Aphrodite, Durga and Nirbhaya

This post is in response to Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge

Eros worshippers
Pay the price with lowered heads
Aphrodite reigns

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Amorous passion
Pay homage to Erotes
Aphrodite lures

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Goddess Durga cries
A nation worships shakti
Nirbhaya gang raped

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Durga, Goddess of Power(Shakti), is worshipped by Hindus in different forms.
On 16 December, 2012, Nirbhaya was brutally gang raped and her boyfriend beaten by a group of six men in New Delhi, India. She ultimately succumbed to her injuries.

Fistful of Stars Covered by Dark Clouds : Collection of Five Short Poems

Wrote this collection of five short poems first in my mother tongue, Axomiya(Assamese), couple of weeks back.  Translated these to English today with the Axomiya version following.  The first poem, titled If Death be a Lover was posted on my blog on March 16, 2018.

If death be a lover

And grants only one wish

Will make death promise

To embrace and take me whole

Cursed forever to a life wronged

‘Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna’s children died.’  – W.B. Yeats

Thou shalt bear the fruit of love
Thous shalt bear the fruit of passion
Thou shalt bear the fruit of lust
Thou shalt bear the fruit of the demon
Thou shalt bear the fruit of rape
Thou shalt bear the fruit of incest
Gave her the boon of motherhood
And the strength to bear the pain
Took away her freedom, freedom of choice
One that cursed her forever to a life wronged
Must be the One created by man

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