brings a message of hope,
A mystery to be unraveled,
What it holds
Tightly in its chest;
As it blooms, spreads
Beauty and fragrance,
It does not know
Will it be plucked
Or just wither away,
It’s in its nature,
Tomorrow is another day.
We move forward,
Carrying that message,
Cherishing the good,
Love and warmth
Featured image photo by author
Edwin Alvarez was the kid I wrote about in my poem below today. Please read the request below from his friends trying to arrange for his funeral.
“Hey guys. I believe everyone is aware already that on Friday night there was a boating accident after which our friend Edwin unfortunately passed away. I don’t know however, if everyone is aware that he comes from a very humble family and I don’t know up to what point they relied on Edwin’s income. As far as I know, he was paying for his brother’s education, bootstrapping a business with his dad who works in construction and looking for ways to also help his mother, who is a maid, to find an alternate source of income.
Needless to say this is a life-altering situation that is going to be incredibly difficult for his family to overcome. Eduardo (one of Edwin’s friends who helped us contact his family), started a GoFundMe to help them out with the funeral expenses. Any help will surely be greatly appreciated. Here’s the link https://gf.me/u/ykvm62 . He also mentioned that Oscar (Edwin’s brother) is already aware of this effort.”
I write about current events, my poems are fiction, penned during my flights of imagination. The poem below is based on a tragedy that happened two nights ago. A young soul was called back too soon by the Lord. He was my son’s friend. I never met him but heard about him from my son. A hard working, honest, fun loving friendly guy. These are the times one questions, why? Why? I guess there is no answer.
a day in a life of hope
started with fun and frolic,
a boat ride down the river,
azure summer sky pierced
with laughter and singing.
sun moved slowly
to the western sky, Continue reading “Uninvited guest”
I wrote this poem in my mother tongue, Axomiya(Assamese) a few days back. I have a few Bengali friends from my college days with whom I share my poems. Whenever I share a poem written in Assamese with them, I try to translate that to Bengali for their benefit. I do not claim any strength in writing in Bengali. So if any of my reader finds my Bengali translation inadequate, I apologise. Constructive criticism is appreciated as that will help me to improve my translation skill in future.
I translated the poem to English today and sharing all the three versions here, English followed by the original Assamese and then the Bengali translation.
If I am swept away someday
In an emotional deluge
Please stand by me
Be my rock
A pillar of patience Continue reading “Emotional Deluge”
This week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt from Frank is “Promise“.
Does she still stand for promise of justice and liberty for all?
I think Ellis Island Immigration Museum below holds more promise for the coming generation to remember the legacy of immigration that made this country the land of the free and the home of the braves.
Both of these photographs, Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island Immigration Museum, were taken by me during my visit in September of 2017. I wish I had more time to spend in the museum.
This week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt from Frank is “Rain“.
I grew up with rains, lots of it, about seventy inches in average a year. Monsoon, thunder and lightning. Sound of raindrops drumming on the rooftop. Hot, humid summers cooled down by a sudden downpour. Flash floods and muddy roads, swift flowing rivers, overflowing drains. And the place with most rain, Mawsynram, four hundred seventy inches of it, is about sixty miles away from the city I grew up.
Now I live in place with hardly any rain, just an average of fifteen inches a year and that too in winter. Last few years we had much less than fifteen inches, with about eight inches in 2015 and about four inches in 2013. So as you can imagine many a times we play hide and seek with rain clouds and we get deceived. Today is such a day, the sky is gray, the day is cloudy and there is just a nine percent chance of rain. From experience I know it is not going to rain. Here is a photo of grey sky today pregnant with the promise of rain that will turn out to be deceiving. Couple of months back I had posted a poem, Flirtatious Rain Clouds , on this topic.
Sun fighting a losing battle with the clouds but chances of rain is minimal.
But there is always hope and what is hope if not that elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. And where would be a rainbow without rain.