Pompous POTUS : RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 227 Truth & Honor

This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .

Truth really fake

The pompous POTUS proclaimed

Let honor be damned

 

Voters respect truth

Electorates responded

Honor is restored

 

Truth is in nature

Honor among animals

We manipulate

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Price of Lost Freedom

There is truth
Then there is absolute truth
In between is the murky world
Where science is harangued by charlatans
Evolution battles with creation
News gets bombarded by fake news
Power trumps common sense
And more often than not
Cream that rises to the top
Is nothing but scum that floats
Facts get tortured out of shape
Decency hides behind veils of political correctness
Courage gives way to party lines
Patriotism becomes a game
Humanity slaughtered at the altar of ambition
And somewhere the lies illude us all
When truth becomes the victim
Chaos and mayhem not far behind
Those who prefer to forget history
Will pay the price of lost freedom

Journey of Life

seek and ye shall find

I seek no more
Nor do I need
Answers to all
Questions left
Unanswered
Truth is same
For one and all
When the ultimate
Destination is known
Does it matter
The path one takes
Embrace the unknown
Take what comes
In its stride
There lies the pleasure
The thrill, the adventure
Of the journey of life

I Search in Vain

My friend Jane (Jane Dougherty) had introduced me to writing Ghazals in English some time back.  Growing up in India, I was quite familiar to listening to ghazals but never knew that ghazals were also written in English.  During last few months, I tried my hand writing a few pieces. I either write in my mother tongue, Assamese ( Axomiya), and then translate to English or vice versa.  Last week, like a fool, I prompted Jane to write a ghazal as she had not posted a ghazal for quite some time.  She turned the table on me as she promptly wrote one and posted (Rain) and challenged me to write one. I find it very hard to follow rules while writing poetry and ghazals do have some strict rules.  I am not professing that I have followed all the rules but here is my try.  My apologies to all the purist who follow strict rules. I plead guilty to breaking the rules.

I wrote the following piece in English first and then translated to Assamese. Posting it in the same sequence.


 

I Search in Vain

Just wanted to be human but society pigeonholes
Hyphenated identity breaks my heart as society pigeonholes

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WRITESPIRATION #116 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 20 – It stared at me…

Turned my face away
Ran as far as I could
Hid behind veils
I could not lift
Changed my identity
Shunned everyone
Tried to make a new life
Away from all I had
Left behind society
I could not fathom
But could not hide
From myself
Truth, It stared at me


http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/05/17/writespiration-116-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-20/

Venom

Don’t fill your hearts
With so much venom
That your own blood
Is poisoned
Don’t cover your eyes
With such tinted glasses
That you have only
Tainted vision
Don’t fill your brain
With thoughts of revenge
That you stop thinking
Uplifting thoughts
Don’t fill your mind
With filth and garbage
That you become oblivious
To truth

Open up your heart
Take off the shades
Clear your brain
Let the mind explore
Engage, not biased
Let truth and peace prevail
Expel the venom
Lest you destroy yourselves