Walls fell down

I'd built up a fortress
with no door to get out
trapped myself in the centre
no-one heard my shout
But then in an instant
realisation it came
and the walls of emotion
went tumbling again
I was free and I laughed
for this was tangible, real
as if all of a sudden
I'd learnt how to feel

Scared

In these still, quiet night time hours
when all I need is sleep, and yet
my mind is swirling, denying me
of the one thing I crave and need
I wish I could articulate, find the words
but they escape, elude me this time.
I am a man of words but a cruel silence
is all I have in these scary times
And I am small and frail and frightened.

Life In Ponder

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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add love

 

love embraces

love erases

 

Emotional Deluge

I wrote this poem in my mother tongue, Axomiya(Assamese) a few days back and posted in my blog (http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com) on July 26, 2018.  I have a few Bengali friends from my college days with whom I share my poems.  Whenever I share a poem written in Assamese with them, I try to translate that to Bengali for their benefit. I do not claim any strength in writing in Bengali.  So if any of my reader finds my Bengali translation inadequate, I apologise.  Constructive criticism is appreciated as that will help me to improve my translation skill in future.

I translated the poem to English and sharing all the three versions here, English followed by the original Assamese and then the Bengali translation.

If I am swept away someday
In an emotional deluge
Please stand by me
Be my rock
A pillar of patience

-12.07.18_21:53-

Watching a scene
Through the screen or images

WOMEN

First published on my blog,www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on March 9, 2016 in honor of International Women’s Day, 2016. This poem was also a part of my “52 weeks journey with the letter “W”, an weekly poem for 52 weeks starting with a word with the alphabet “W”.

Women
Wonder everyday
Where would we be
Without them
Mother,sister,beloved,lover
Wife

Mind’s Eye Pictures II

What is it with words
that by cause or by guile
Serve day by day
to give reason to smile?

Your Kiss

You plant a kiss on my lips
and inside my soul you grow
lush gardens of swaying trees
and exotic flowers only you would know

Metamorphosis

Can a cigarette warm
the coldness of a soul
that stopped giving a damn
about it all?

Can a touch restore
the blood into the veins
of a body that’s been buried
under a million chains?

How?

How can you give up on the only self..
that never gave up on you?

How can you put a full stop to a story..
that involves other people too?

Petals of Luv

Sweetest

is the roses fair.

Our Little Dance

Sometimes you surprise me
And you’re everything I need
Sometimes you forsake me
And I’m left here all alone

Cocktail

Come, a cocktail for you
For your mixed feelings
In this hurricane of words

When the skies were wide
And you longed for a game
You loved to stir thoughts
And floated on cubes of wonder

Daily Poem — Partly Father

Partly Father
Tricked into sandpaper chewing

Teeth grate on the fire

My Senior Service dangling from chapped and dry lips

I ponder my cousins dreams

In a silk lined coffin

Poem of the Day — Sounds not Sense

Poor quality, astride a whistling pony

Saddled with another days paper trail

Terror applied to shattered amulets

On a concrete terrace

Festooned with cracked eggs, shells in crumpled shimmering detail

A Thousand Wishes Waiting

I sit and listen to those old songs
You used to sing when I was down
I can’t believe it’s been so long
Since I’ve seen you around

Understanding Misunderstanding

O, what I understood
In understanding understanding

O, what I understood
In understanding what I misunderstood

Mountain of Regret

Someday you’ll reach the top of the mountain of regret
You’ll look around and realize the destruction that you left
Like a hurricane that swirled around raining down the massive floods
You wiped us out, left us nothing, dragging us through the mud.

Poem of the Day — Slope Peak

Slope Peak

Crest fallen, wilting, makeshift bin clattering resonance

The class breaks up for Christmas

seemingly tortured in troubled playtime kiss scenes

A cobbled street tinkles with chains; left by market share holders

Poem of the Day — Bin Meant for Scenery

Bin Meant for Scenery

Crackle toed, hint of gin

Speed bumps, clapped in jocular splendour

Climate: school devoured dinners raided on a Saturday Night

Siren ringing ears and passers by splashed in bright lights

A focus on fashionable façades

Alone

Have u ever been surrounded
But looked around and
Realized you’re all alone

Poem of the Day — Swappist

Swappist

A bang all whisky, slashed incredulous, discovery channel promotion

In tantric emotion

Rubbed out, rolled and picked together, crushed in ambiguity

Conduit for disaster, stuffed but pleased

A chagrin, a red blue lament

Cast in out of date dried cement: joined together like mushy peas

Poem of the Day — Stuck in a Cage

Stuck in a cage
The wind blows outside, the rivets screwed into the floor rattle

Clouds jangle and merge and brush aside each other

My frozen heart clasps the gates shut

Shallow belief clasps the breast bone of pain tight against the lungs

Beauty triggers

As I watched a golden sunset
fade with an ebbing tide
a solitary tear tricked from
the corner of my eye

Ten Little Fingers, Ten Little Toes

There were ten little fingers and ten little toes
And before I knew it, off he goes
Across the room into his Daddy’s arms.

Harry’s Poet’s Corner

A quiet oasis lies in the glen.

Poem of the Day — Spliced

Spliced
Teachers disco a bumbling twirl of ridiculous clothing

A two-tone jacket competion

I feel like a brogue fitting haircut

The one with the smell of the seaside

And grease scraped onto a razor blade