Windows of Joy

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Wings of Life

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Words Fail Me

Not a day for humor. Too many heartbreaking images. Too much pain.

Americans Have Sacrificed So Much For What?

The voices of the dead can not cry

so we cry for them

we cry for answers, justice, equality

and we cry for accountability.

A. L. O’Prunty

Common Grief

A local story tells
of a dam that blocked a creek in late ’60.
The water rose, year by year,
seeped over a poor family’s
rocky homestead,
the one that was supposed
to be an assured future.
58 years under
the dark, cool waves,
bass and perch swimming past
foundation stones covered in mud and algae.
The loss of a dream
is a reason

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-21

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

waters
have no windows
no doors, no bolts, no words
they come to go and go to come

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

PULL THE TRIGGER WHEN YOU’RE READY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

take the gun
and load it
put the bullets in

The Sky Cries

The Sky Cries

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Melancholy dawn

clouds once radiant, now ponderous

Same in Pain

Yellow petals welcome in light.

Yellow petals be my thoughts tonight.

Petals of discouragement, petals of pain.

Cinquain: Troubles

Cascade

Of misery

As I ache for your soul

Now I Lay Me Down

Now I lay me down to weep.

THE BLACK HOLE

 

It’s a black hole.

Inconspicuous,

yet there.

pulling you in

away from the Universe,

weighing you down

into a spiraling emptiness,

I Remember

I Remember

Life is full of so many blessings

that it is small of me to complain

about its challenges,

but I sometimes still do,

forgetting that challenges

are often the greatest opportunities

for growth and learning.

And then there are those

thankfully rare

other times

Acrostic Poem – Reason

Poetry challenge: Acrositc poem.



Repeated deepening of open wounds,

Echoing the sorrow within.

Anguish, heart sinking.

Seeking Power

The Song of this Heart

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The Song of this Heart

Sings in Silent Memory

Travesty

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Whispers of Ethereal Pain

Igniting Passion

Again and Again

Prayer Tears

 

Tears are often times shed in the darkest part of the night, spilling uncontrollably  over  cheeks once smiling with joy.  Sorrows break hearts ridden with weariness, loneliness, and

The Shallow Expanse

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In the Shallow Expanse of Time

Turning within

A Wheel within a Wheel

Place of “No Mores”

 

When I think of all the times of sorrow

No more will they be in all my tomorrows.

For in heaven there will be praise and joy

No one to devastate and destroy.

When I think of all the days wrenched with pain

No more will joy from each day be drained.

When I think of all the heartbroken tears I’ve cried,

Garden II

 

I have a parcel of land
out the back where I live
Which comes alive in the summer
when it’s superlative

Sea and Pewter Sand

Dove grey skies
quiet the sun
time waits.

~ Mother

~ Mother

She lost her days

Her nights

Memories

Thoughts

And words tumbled

From her lips

Out of sequence

For Elsa

the iron weight of your skeletal frame
in my trembling arms, as we pulled you
down from that horrible hideous hearse
my eyes were burning but i wept no tears
we held you wrapped tightly in white sheets
words were few and far between, and terse

~ Teardrops ~Haiku

~ Teardrops ~

Whining in my wine
Pallet tasting salted grapes
Bottle sat aside

O’Prunty
1/29/15

Sorrow to Life

Burn away,

Vaporise,

the ocean

of my sorrow,

let it rise,

condensing into

clouds of hope,

~ Today, I’ll Be Free ~

~ Today, I’ll Be Free ~

Today, I’ll be free
Toss these bags of garbage
In a pit of possibility

These barrels of tears
In a river of revival
Watch as they rush to the sea

~ The End. ~

~ The End. ~

Speak not of love and longing
Nevermore this heart to comply
Your essence was so fleeting
Now, how the years have passed by