Dancing to the tune Continue reading “Democracy Cursed”
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Dancing to the tune Continue reading “Democracy Cursed”
Oh the joy of finding the long lost
Seperated by distance and time, and
The complexities of a journey called life
We drifted apart from the common bond Continue reading “Joy of Finding Lost One”
In response to Carpe Diem Haiku Crossroads#1
Lonely by seaside
Cold tears of separation
Deathly calm engulfs
Far out in the sea
Tears merged on the horizon
Seagulls fall silent
Goal of Carpe Diem Crossroads Haiku as explained in Carpe Diem Crossroads Introduction is “Imagine you are on a crossroad were two haiku come together. The haiku “have a conversation” and “decide” to become one. Together the create a symbiosis of a new haiku.”
Far away from home, alone
Every morning, fear
Technology builds bridges
News flow instantly
Every dawn new fear
Instant message, news of loss
Dead, lost someone dear
Mind flies away fast
Limp body outwardly calm, lies
Heart weeps silently
Silent tears flow unseen
The buck does not stop at the top anymore
Blame game trickles down from the tower
Every morning sermon spews more venoms
Sins of the messenger
Is not cleaned by the morning shower Continue reading “Buck does not stop at the top anymore”
Wise are those not distressed by defeat
In failure stepping stones for success built
Spring will definitely follow winter
End is never till one quits
Wise ones will not digress
Instant gratification is not their goal
Sure and steady will they move
Ensuring final victory theirs to behold
Wise men keep their own counsel
Insulting others not their creed
Silent when required, secretive not
Engaged they are, withdrawn not
Wise and worldly
Ingenuous and informative
Serene and strong
Endears the wise to one and all
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 dawn with you 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
The steps we did not take together, 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
Dawn today is silent without you, it breaks my heart
প্ৰভাতী সুৰযৰ ৰাঙলী কিৰণত মেলিলো নয়ন দুটি
তোমাৰ লগত প্ৰথম প্ৰভাতৰ স্মৃতিত 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
তুমি নাইকিয়া আজি নিৰ্জন পুৱা, অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি
Meeks shall inherit the world
But the world will extract
Leaving the meeks to ruminate
What could have been
As they are left to
Dance a macabre dance of death
On the tombs of millions
Littering a scorched earth
Sent to their untimely deaths
By deadly silence of the meeks
That could be heard
Across the world
Silent approval of
The misdeeds of a few
Till the end of eternity
Meeks will have time to rue
The price of silence
Will weigh heavily
Nobody else to blame
we can and we will !
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