My English Poems
Kamal Bordoloi
(written during 2005 - 2010)
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Without names
Once They saved me A run away fugative From dying Without asking Who I was And nursed me In their hut To fighting fit. I did not ask Their names And for this, The history of mine Becoming a King Will not be blemished !
I thought They were of Low category, Lust and robbery Ruled their lives Of poverty, But, they pulled me Out from a Sinking boat Amid Storm and waves Endangering Their own lives ! I do not know What they are. I do not know Their names.
At last, I became king A powerful one Thirsty one Thirsty of blood. But, an old man Pronounced Disregarding My taunting postures "A King must do welfare A vampire cannot reign" ! I understood And survived, But, the old man was untraced !
I donot know Their whereabouts, I donot know If they have accounts In any treasury But, I write them Like that Without names In my history As they nurture Hopes Always.
------- Guwahati - 18.09.2010
Dresses
Once, I dressed like a saviour, Collected bags of applaud From far and near But, cursed by parished ones Whom I could not save. The dress is now a snake !
To dress as a sage was fine Preaching was however tough Fumbled for words to say : "Pain is at par with nectar, Gods cannot commit crimes ! Soon, the public treated me As a run-away joker From some circus !
Let me dress to my choice Like a man of street To tell you "Thank you" For the opportunity To lead a life.
------ Guwahati - 08.10.2010
Prayer
Great lives have failed To shape my life. Instead, a running river It is, With banks of blooming Wild flowers. No chance, however For a bedecked life For a safe-Locker.
A hut is my home Where My livelihood of sweet Prospers And dreams dare to venture While I sleep at night With dogs ears To rise If a mother arrives To seek shelter Or, For a crying Kabir A new-born baby Abandoned at my door Outside,
Let me stay like this, It is better O'God Yes, like this.
------ Guwahati -03.01.2010
Pilgrimage
Go there and pray, The deity Is no less than God ! Grants wishes quickly. The distance To the shrine Of course, not much A continent ! Air-route is better Clean and quicker. Or, rent a yacth The water - route Is a good provider Of comfort and leisure At a reasonable rate. Otherwise, Take the land-route If you can bear Dirt and nuisance.
As for me, I could not make it, Time overtook me While playing with God All along the road !
------ Guwahati - 03.11.2010
True - sayings
O' father You taught me "Truth is supreme". I tell them The same thing. They laugh at, Hop like monkeys And damage The surroundings. They see as if blind They hear as if deaf,
Their new hobby : Baking Nature To make holes In the sky For escape of moisture, No more damp weather A climate they aspire To rule the Earth With gun - powder ! However, The aged wisdom Is ringing The great bell : Time to be wise To save the Earth From being white.
O' Father Tell me the truth : No life hereafter On this Earth !
------ Guwahati - 12.11.2010
Victory
Victory is valour Brilliant Like a Sun-lit White peak ! Beautiful As a fresh flower Sweet - scented with Sheer delight Nurtured with Bleeding heart And sacrifice. Victory Is neither piracy In deep sea Nor jewellery Of thief. It is the defeat Of enemy For safe in - road To prosperity.
------ Guwahati - 10.11.2010
Some strange men
Sometimes We come across Some strange men At towns, villages Markets And at ferry - points.
They laugh, cry Quarrel Fall in love Protest loudly Borrow money And became drunk.
Some set of men Come out When time is hot And hard To check If it has become Rock So as to draw The golden dreams Of creators With deep lines At the risk of Their lives !
When the time Is distressed With flood of Lurking dangers, They swim through With floating rafts Loaded with seedlings Of hopes and aspirations To find stretches of Newly silted land To plant On the virgin mud, For a good harvest Of future.
They die silently In the midst of dreams. None shed tears ! And a new set of Strange men Take over.
The act never ends.
----- Guwahati - 17.11.2010
To you
I am leaving soon. Could not meet you. Where are you ?
We are fighters You and me Like our fore-fathers. I fought out An empire Where I imprisoned me ! You parted ways To be A die-hard soldier.
If you come here, You will find A collapsed empire. Meet the old man There To collect a dress Left by father Neat but lack-lustre Wear it As an armour Agony Will be lessened, Pains Will be satisfying.
Do not waste time Like me With fairy fame And Time - expired traditions. Sacrifice, What you can To ease the sufferings The Earth is crying !
Your foot-steps are At a distance But approaching Disregarding The snares of nocturnals. But, not enough time For me To meet you Darkness is looming large Over my eyes, Time to say - Good byes !
----- Guwahati - 08.12.2010
Routes
Many routes Long short cosy bumpy costly or cheap
The route of my choice A common one They say peaceful !
Provisions Are scanty : A packet of bulldozing will Few chocolates of humane values.
After a while I find myself Shifted to a new route Rough, unknown And mysterious. A wrong step May be a fall. Carefully, Carefully I tell myself.
The act is repeated Off and on. New routes New challenges And an accumulation of Experiences Sweet and bitter.
The journey Has been shadowed By somebody All along Pulling and pushing Me In the Jigsaw puzzle Of routes. I donot know He is friend Or foe. And peace ? I donot know If I have achieved !
----- Guwahati - 10.03.2011
Unmatched
He bade farewell With "Sense of pride" And sang to God "Let me cross ...." Just before The hangman Could tie the knot. He was not a soldier, A simple villager But, his valour Simply unmatched !
They mailed him To a cross. Yet he forgave them Bestowed love While dying A terrible death. Goodness At the best !
The eccentric Met on illeterate Poor woman She was pregnant. He asked her Shamlessly : How she could dare To be a mother. She retorted back "For joy" Diamond droplets !
They lose everything Except Their massive will. The road - block is powerful And their mission Is hopeless.
But, they are still Proud valiant And flying bullets. Are they courage incarnate ?
----- Guwahati - 15.03.2011
Realisation
Very ordinary person I am, Simply rotate death Like the grass does And survive The tsunamies of Life.
I dislike the greats Who lecture hours To define beauty But, put themselves On pedestal of Almighty.
Greek - tragedies Are excellent, So is Balmiki In the depiction Of cruelity. As for me, I deal Daily with Much more bitter Drops of tears Of child Suffering from hunger. Realise : Song of life Can also bite.
Love is tremendous, Shahjahan made it Glamourous Dante mortgaged Heaven For love, Beatrix, But, insignificant To the Love of humanity Of the man Unknown to me Who donated a Kidney Completely free To save my life Without giving me A Chance Even to say "Hello".
----- Guwahati - 07.04.2011
Time
Shall I get time To disburse All the love Stuffed In my heart ? I fear.
Creations are bigger Than their master. They are eager To last for ever Time is running out To provide them At least Shelves and Safety And I am As helpless as ever.
Where ever I go The call is laud "Come here To make a bridge" But, I cannot proceed. My quota is finished !
In the games of Give and take, I am a loser Regular. But, I like to win The final. O' Time ! Relax the machine.
----- Guwahati - 10.04.2011
Twilight hours
Now-a-days, I donot feel hurt. Deprival does not matter. I have arrived At the river-front, Exactly where I donot care. Profit and loss No longer bother, It is a child-play Exchange of pots While The eyes are closed ! Thorny path, I opted Since, it was straight. I bled All the way But, no regret. I earned the love Which is still In the safe locker Of my heart. But, the mystery Is the sea, I cannot see Inside my chest Where The waves roar To say "Love Never quenches".
----- Guwahati - 12.04.2011
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For you, For me
When a dream is wrecked Hum Like the humble bee Over a hundred flowers To bloom a dream Again For you, For me.
As the thunder tears Our house, We build another In the dark hours Of night For a shelter To weave dreams In the morning For you, For me.
We endeavour To find the lake of love That every heart harbours To purify Sin and treachery With its water Like the Earth does For you, For me.
Sharing joy and pain Of living Is a fun. But, living longer Through others Is incredible True For you, For me.
------- Guwahati - 30.09.2010
Hope
Thieves come at night To steal the sky In the garb of clouds. The twinkle stars Scare them away And the sky is safe As always.
A snake In the shade of darkness Tries to swallow The sparkling moon Who fights and survives Every time Just to tell us To sparkle Even at odd times.
Trust is interned In secret place. Brisk preparations Are afoot For shedding blood In wipe-out fights. The worried poet composes poems In sweet melody And soft harmony To tell the fighters For shedding bloods To bloom flowers !
They obey the command.
------ Guwahati - 14.10.2010
An old man's poem
Like many I too composed poems Filled with Love and lust. Proclaimed Might is right. The hurts Those I suffered Are still fresh In the vault Of my heart Like the "rubaiyats".
But, I did not depict The helpless condition Of toothless dogs. The broken wing of Old sparrow For whom The sky has shut Its windows And the dreaded wait Of yellow leaves For the tearing moment From the life !
Short - comings ! Should I beg to be Excused ?
Now, At the end of road With dim eye-sight I search For a bit of Scented comfort If my "balance allows". Sometimes I question myself If I have the right To swim even an hour In the river of Happiness After navigating All my life In the ocean of Negligence !
The wisdom intervenes And wish me A happy death !
------ Guwahati -16.10.2010
The river
On its long banks My effort is relentless To understand The trick That turns Time Into a running river, The river.
Rain - drops Build homes On its waves. Storm undulates Lust in its chest And the whirlpools Lay traps For unsuspecting chaps Gossisps Of waves Amongst themselves Are endless And the rives Itself Drops its own identity On reaching sea ! The whole episode Is disjoined And a puzzle to me !
Who own the river ? The moon Ornates the river With glitter and grandeur To get a lasting partner. Fishes of the river Write At all nooks and corners With their swinging tails : Their kingdom never fails. And the men Build homes, Villages And metropolis Besides the river To establish The right of occupancy !
Who own the river ? Is it the sky, hill sea Or the valleys - The river never comply With a reply.
The river laughs With vermilion red When fishes splash Silver But fail to swim Thro' the air ! The river resorts To savage dancing When the beats.
Drum With rod of lightening And the news Of harming the Nature Comes thro', The sullen image Of the river Becomes Foamy and furious And is out to damage The dreams and destiny Of the civilization That has developed Over the years Of hard labour.
The river could still bear More than enough Joy Of purest kind.
For all of us With its water and silt If we can only Drive out The jeolous dog Out of our mind !
------ Guwahati - 08.11.2010
My anguish
No taker Of my heart. No regret, Market is like that, Once, my beloved one Took it away Returned next day Saying "A mistake It was !" No remorse No heart - burning Destined to be loner Like the solitary traveller Inching to melt For lighting A part of universe !
But my anguish Breaks the barrier Sometimes : For the good heart There is no taker ! Ridiculous !
----- Guwahati - 18.11.2010
Hope
My home Is this forest. I love it For its abundance life, The movement of Pregnant clouds Desire Of blooming flowers And the love-calls Of barking deers.
I roam around In the distant islands Amidst desert - storms And at the frozen lands To sing aloud The glory of life.
None can keep me Confined Even in the prison of crooks Or, prevent me From visiting Every heart To plant dreams Of flowers.
Sometimes I loss direction In the dark And slumber Like a snake Of winter Only to be active in no time To prevent Degradation of life : Man becoming ape !
I invite the breeze To winnow away The fog of weakness In the face of danger And command them In the voice of Thunder - : It is not sea, You can swim Across. Bank is not far.
Wearing my badge Of confidence, Fighters negate death Dying nations Stand erect And the endeavour Of wisdom Continues endlessly To find me In the universary.
You cannot deny me, I am the mover That moves faster Ahead of everybody.
----- Guwahati - 18.11.2010
Siren
Burning inside ! A small fire Innocent Like a candle Of church. So, easy To extinguish ! But, who bothers When The ongoing show Of glamour Dazzles eyes !
A foetus In a womb The fire is, Growing to be An enveloping Mushroom To leave only Cauldrons Of gas And glooms.
The resources are In place Wisdom plenty And rain - bow Ready To throw arrows. The fire Can still be Quenched Before, it spreads Like Tsunami waves !
----- Guwahati - 28.03.2011
Siva
He is extreme With Tiger - skin at waist Live snacks at necks. Destroys evil And Grants boons Even to Deserving devil !
He is HARA The supreme lover Together with Gauri Perfect pair For the newly weds. Yet, he is also The RUDRA The most ferocious If love is derogated.
Siva The blue-throated God Of ultimate Trinity Once drank poison Magnanimously For the survival of Species. As the God of Welfare He bridges Mountain to sea Like a river.
At the zero-point, The master was there To sing The song of welcome The "Bhairab" But, He can also dance "Tandab" The dance of havoc If the Evil tiltes The balance.
The Universe Is a reality Vast and big Beyond our imagination And Siva is greater Bigger The external unity Among the opposites !
----- Guwahati - 31.03.2011
In search of company
I approach the Tree Exchange our breaths. It speaks solemnly With the ancient bliss The unspoken Real and tender In food Shelter and water, And As a cunning miser That I am Could deliver A resolve To stay together Tree and me For ever !!
I meet the River Whose gushing water Balms away All my aches and regards Of failures, Fondly teaches me Like an ageless sage The craft of Creation, cultivation And the culture, The way of breaking Barriers And of streering the Silvery ship of Civilization Here and there.
Into the sea of sky I ride on a winged boat. A bird, passing by With a rainbow coat Sings out to me "You be w...e...."
And the stars, Bubbling flames Tell me In sparkling gesture "You are us".
Strange is string That binds Lives and deads Everything I donot know, Is love divine A mere dynamics Or, a mix Of Einstein. My search continues For a company Who knows What is it Really ?
----- Guwahati - 05.04.2011
Be like the flowers
Be like the flowers Of pleasing colours Bloom in All seasons Days and nights For joy and happyness.
Smile away The gloom Like the flower Cactus In white desert.
Spread Everywhere Like the flower does In heaven and hell.
Our life Is like a boat Drifting on a river With the current. Spread The fragnance Of enchantment There, Like the flowers In bloom Even when The boat is in Danger.
----- Guwahati - 11.04.2011
Riverain man
The river flows thro' him, He is eroded Get silted And sometimes deserted. The river is his refuge His sustenance His prime-mover.
He fights With the looters Of golden harvests The river provides, Spills blood Water becomes red !
The river now Is wounded By a hoardes of Callous populace And the riverain man Is ringing The bell. None cares ! It may be too late Later A desert shall enter.
----- Guwahati - 18.04.2011
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