Joy flees at the first opportunity
It does not give company always
Like sorrow
Sorrow is the true friend
It is not ethereal like happiness
Whose life partner is sorrow
Sorrow is one’s happiness
Happiness is dream
Sorrow is reality
Absurd dream is not my longing in reality
So I do not say myself to be unhappy
Even if I’m not happy
(Translated from Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)
I’ve never felt this way before,
Something happened when
Our eyes met, a wave of euphoria
Coursing through my being,
You were the one, I knew it
In my heart, the very person
Who would be the perfect fit,
See me for who I am,
Love me with all his heart,
Enjoy every day in bliss.
You cry
I cry too
We both drown the tears in a bottle full of spirits
Waking up to a headache next morning
From morning’s balcony the day looks like a dud
And it does not disappoint
We hardly have any days that are disappointing, don’t we?
We come back to the evening
To cry some more
Drowning our tears in a different bottle of spirits
The brand depends on the day of the month
And it will continue to be that way
Till we wake up in the mornings
And show up to work
To a dud day
Once
For a change
Should we try
Not to cry
We will have no tears to drown
Maybe we will tell each other one happy story (I am sure each of us has at least one)
And sleep
Perhaps we will wake up to a morning
From where the day looks promising
Days have never disappointed us
And I see no reason that they will start now
There are times when it seems
like the clouds will never go away.
Times when It seems like the sun
will never show its beautiful rays again.
Those days the skies are grey,
and the days are cold.
The nights are quiet,
terrifying and lonely.
Those days when there
isn’t a creature in sight.
Everything is dry.
Mother nature is withering and dying.
Leaving plants lifeless
and animals to starve.
If only it would just rain,
nature can receive the nourishment it needs.
Once the rain comes in,
it starts off as slow droplets.
Drops trickle one by one,
giving pebbles of hydration to the land.
Just enough to wet the pedals of a dying rose.
After a few minutes, the clouds get heavier
and the sky completely opens.
The water flows freely through the sky as if
someone pulled back a shower curtain.
The rain hits the grown
with tremendous force.
Overbearing, but giving life to everything it touches.
When the rain stops.
The earth seems calm and sincere.
The clouds diminish while the
sun pokes its rays out
from behind them.
The sun shines like a chandelier,
casting light to mother nature’s living room.
Ground critters poke their
heads from their burrow.
Creatures of the sky spread their wings.
As the clouds disappear completely,
things become clear.
Even though some days
may be cloudy and cold.
Even when some days seem overwhelming.
There will always be a day when
the sun comes out to deliver joy.
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Order champagne showers
also known as liquid courage
besides the typewriter
with more rhythm
than teenage tunes
and Gameboy colours
Dance under a red chair
and twirling umbrellas
chill in the bathtub
put your cocktails down
by the tiger’s hips.
So put on your lampshades
and your Minnie mouse tights
Don’t blend in when you are
born to stand out!
Moments of bliss
Are too short
Let me play
And throw away
All the melancholy
Of yesterday
Moments of bliss
Are too short
Let me sing
And melt the heart
Which is sad
And fall apart
Moments of bliss
Are too short
Let me dance
On a watery stage
Which is broad
And out of cage
A glowing candle
Follow the depths of my soul
My reflection in your eyes.
Eager regard as though in a dream
Man of the depths of my heart
Your breathing the same as mine
You are the water that quenches me
The waxing moon alive
Sprinkles us with wishes of eternal love
Joy and soul rituals of love
Playful kisses yielding rapture
You lift me up to heights I never knew
My path to true felicity.