A few scattered pearls: সিঁচৰিত মুকুতা মণি

I generally write in any one of the four languages I know and then I translate sometimes to others. Normally, it’s confined to English and my mother tongue, Assamese (Axomiya). The one liner poems below, I started writing as it came and started translating simultaneously. For convenience of my readers, I am placing the English one first followed by the Assamese. However, they were not written and translated in any particular order.

Walking up a moonbeam to meet your love, have you seen your dreams shattered?
প্ৰেয়সীৰ সন্ধানত জোনাকৰ পম খেদি গৈ,দেখিছানে সপোন চুৰমাৰ যোৱা হৈ?


Looking up at the sky on a dark night, have you seen your dreams diffused among the glittering lights?
এন্ধাৰ নিশা তৰাবছা আকাশলৈ চাই, দেখিছানে সপোন তোমাৰ তৰালীৰ মাজত যোৱা হেৰাই?


If ever I lose myself in my poems, look for me among the few scattered pearls between the lines.
কেতিয়াবা যদি হেৰাই যাওঁ মোৰ কবিতাৰ মাজত, বিচাৰিবা মোক কবিতাৰ শাৰীৰ এমুঠি সিঁচৰিত হৈ থকা মুকুতা মণিত।


Not a purveyor of dreams unrealistic, my imagination takes flight seeking the unknown.
নহ‌ওঁ অলীক সপোনৰ পিয়াসী, মন মোৰ উৰা মাৰে অজানৰ সন্ধানত।


Why the moon has such a fatal attraction, I only look for beauty where none exists.
কিয় বাৰু জোনাকে মোক কৰে আকৰ্ষণ, মইতো মাথোঁ নোহোৱাতো কৰো সৌন্দৰ্য্যৰ অন্বেষণ।


There are more where it came from, just afraid that if I bared all, there will be no tomorrow.
আছে আৰু বহুতো গোপনে বুকুত, ভয় হয় যদি দিওঁ নিজকে উজাৰি, নেদেখিম পুৱাৰ সূৰ্যোদয়।


Ethereal Enchantress

This poem was first written in Assamese (Axomiya, my mother tongue) and I translated it to English today. The original poem is attached below the English version.

Ethereal Enchantress

 

Oh my ethereal muse,

Your shadow dances across

the mirror of my imagination.

Crossing the boundary of dreams, Continue reading “Ethereal Enchantress”

The last memories

when memories fail,

and I no longer recognize me,

take me to the sea shore,

and leave me there on the beach.

as the rays of the setting sun

sets the blue sky ablaze,

and the fingers of an approaching evening

tenderly closes my eyes one last time,

as the gentle waves of the sea

sing a haunting lullaby in my ears,

and the high tides cradle

and carry me to the comforting depth of the sea,

as this enchanting world slowly slips away,

let these last memories be engraved on my eyes.

and on the day of the new dawn,

may be in another little corner of the universe,

reincarnation, a new beginning.

when I open my eyes to start a new journey,

blessed with the last memories,

fortunate to be born in this earth,

this blue sky, the warm sands by the sea side,

endless expanse of a rolling sea,

where the setting sun goes down

every evening with a promise of

a new dawn,

let these last memories

be with me.

Nature Cry

As the blazing sun

Dips its toes

Into the emerald blues,

Nary a cloud

On the pure blue sky,

As the larks head home

For the night,

Do you hear 

The sound of silence,

As a gleeful

Nature sings.

Nature sings,

As its self professed

Best of the best,

Keep themselves confined 

To their homes,

Scared of the tiniest unseen,

Nature heals.

Nature heals

Of the sacrileges heaped,

Cleansing slowly

Accumulated garbages

From time immemorial,

Nature sings.

Nature sings,

Do you hear

Nature sing?

Listen carefully,

It may be fleeting.

Sure as sun will rise

In the east,

So will we.

Enjoy the pristine

While you can.

Oh ye of short memories,

We are born

To destroy

All that is pure and free.

We never heard

Nature cry.

Lost butterfly

Enchanted by earthy fragrance

I hop from flower to flower

Oblivious to the expansive emptiness

of the open sky

I seek solace 

In confines of the known

And when the night falls

In darkness

Stars glitter

I rue

That I clipped my wings,and

Lost the trail

Bargained for peace, but

Forever condemned

To the cocoon

Of my comfort

Beauty of the Heart

When your red cheeks shamed the setting sun

And filled me with desire as I called your name

As I drank from the overflowing cup of your love

Never for a moment thought of the day far, far off

When the setting sun would still set the sky on fire

Colors would not paint your cheeks red as you grow older

But the glow in your heart would still fill me with desire

And the beauty of your heart, my darling, would keep me inspired

 

Gloomy Day Poem

Overcast sky
Like a lover’s mood
Gone sour
Rain clouds dancing
Waiting for the downpour

Looking for some relief
From the gray
Look for my beacon
To One Tree Hill
I make my way

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What are neighbors for
If not to brighten your day
Pocketful of persimmon
Was my reward
To push my gloom away

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All photos taken by the author on December 14, 2018

Darkness

A distant past under a star filled sky
Darkness of the new moon 
Lighted dimly by the evening star
Proclaimed your love looking at my eyes

Told me you understand me
More than I understand myself
Gazed at your eyes silhouetted
Reflecting darkness of the sea

Oh how I wanted to ask thee
What you understood about me
Seeking myself through the ages
It’s darkness only that I see

Were you scared of what you saw
To share with me what you found
Now I search for the answer alone
Under new moon’s darkened glow

Contradictions

A clear blue sky
Lacks definition.
Without a dark night,
For a bright day
There is no appreciation.
Without its spots
Moon won’t be as beautiful,
Road lacking few road bumps,
Journey is uneventful.
A blemish free life
There is no story to tell,
Without the past of Jean Valjean
Les Misérables won’t ring a bell.
Calm sea hides
Deep secrets in its bosom,
Vibrant nature in a moment
Wrecks havoc and destruction.
A world at peace,
Will it be boring?
Thought of violence
To appreciate peace,
It is depressing.
Even without appreciation
Rose will still bloom,
Even if no one looks
Beauty is not doomed.
A bipolar world
May be the norm,
Not an aberration.
Life is a saga
Full of contradictions.