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…

A friend for life.

Sometimes I look at you, Not taking off that gaze, Upon you I place my sight.   Just to think, How fortunate and blessed I am, To have a friend like you. To have someone to care about.   We could hangout, All day long watching, Watching the streets glow, From mountains atop, And through…

Real me

Nobody knows it’s empty, The smile that I wear. The real one is gone by the time that no longer exists. Because I left you there…   Nobody knows I am crying. They won’t even see mine but I can count my tears. When they think I am laughing, I wish you were here…  …

Juke Joint

Measurable volume empty space Sun has risen, hours passed Since the last few patrons laughed then left Distinctive timber presence remain Juke joint slumber, eerie din Kept captive and alive within somehow Stand still listen in ghostly relics, remnants’ hiss Let the stereo-cilia be kissed to see Amazing echoes juke box spins refusing decay, reverberations…

Stars of splendor

The hearts of those shining bright Find peace and hope viewing the sunshine On the most graceful beast’s streaming hair Celebrating the beauty of the brawny mare. Thousands of fanatics dream this ride On the backs of wild stallions – Mustang and Arabian To break free from captivity and embrace the life’s merit To rebel…

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.

A Bad Dream.

Timid And scared. There I lie. I can’t breathe, Nor can I tell you why. Im gasping for oxygen, Like there’s nothing more I could lose. I’m feeling numb again; Possibly for the hundredth time. I endure a rush In my veins, The poison Of anxiety running through. I lay right there, Till I pass…

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