Contained Within

How different, all the vessels that transport our minds around, Variety of size and shapes, uniqueness does abound. Some adorned quite regally, while others are quite plain And yet they function all the same, they carry ‘round our brain.   This simple commonality we so often do eschew, While thinking superficial thoughts; are their eyes…

Snake

Original : Assamese : Guna Moran Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury   I frisson on seeing a snake As if the long venomous tongue jutting out Would bite me lethally Instantly on seeing But the number of death Bitten by long pointed tongues As thousand time less Than the number killed by Blunt tongues Failure far…

Downtime

When I withdraw from the roster of worldly duties when I’m with myself cawing of crows bothers me more than before. I like to bombinate. When I get used to its pace, ravines belong to another sequel. Hortative voices within convey Absolute Being to point of convergence. This is bliss.

Parents’ Apologies

What exactly have I done so wrong? I have listened to his cries and please I have tried to understand all of his Hopes, dreams and needs Yet as time goes on He continues to hate me Not trusting in my love Not believing on our friendship How can I remind him So that he…

Missing

Missing is a feeling that connotes So many things; Anxiety tinged emotions bound Quite tightly by life’s strings Or maybe just a tiny miss, when Someone’s gone to store Knowing that they’ll be right back, A quick and easy chore. There’s missing friends and family, Who live not where we are, But still exist to…

The Blew Eagle Cafe

I drove down to the Blew Eagle cafe, knowing it was risky, wanting it to be.  Traffic howled on the bridge overhead. There were freighter horns and train whistles, boxcars in abandoned yards, and transient camps tucked up under the viaducts all around.  Rain was falling lightly, just a faint drift, cool, soft gray. I…

Pinnacle

I stand by a wicked smile. Holding grudges over desert lines. Gods being menaced by moths and flies. Veils fail to save when the evil dies. The golden snowy showers from above. Sins can wait – This moment is euphonious. The bitter wrath of eerie nights in love. Death and Ghosts scoring in torment. You…

Her Favorite Color

What was her favorite color? Was it the brown in your eyes? Or Was it the pink in your smile? Was it the black that you so often wore? Or The red that you adored? Was it the blue that reflected through your eyes, While watching the sky changing dyes? Or The Green that’s twinkling,…

Accident

If you’re too green For a place, Everyone can feel it. As sure as self is Close to the entrance A walled chasm Of separation Invades. Streets collide At a juncture Meet at your feet, Head over heels This raggedy doll Hurtled Catapulted in time. This urban martyrdom Of female patronesses Planted in crevices Of…

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