Alas! when may this endless night end?
How I wish for the nights to end
so that I could be warmed by sun rays
Years went by hiding in the land of Boro n Ahom
land of Emperor Shivaji and Rani Lakshmibai
land of Sat Shri Akal and Wahe Guru
when winter chill my insides and crush my soul
days were ended
watching distant fire on hills and trying to warm myself
like the proverbial lonely man
who sat under the sweet white Magnolia tree
beside the tiny river
“You are creamy Magnolia – strong, sturdy and sweet scented”
Shamans told me
Oh my beloved, fill the eternal cup
with heavenly nectar
from the land of Magi
Winters are meant for eternal fires of human souls
with eye to eye and hand to hand – merging
for balmy days of virtual songs of contentment
Oh hermit, how are you faring alone on such icy nights, years?
Away from loved and dear ones
like building a dream house for generations to come
with base of human tenacity and courage as foundation
Oh heaven, where are my arms of warmth?
warm me with Legendary Fire of Andro
End this night of rain bird (mystical Nongoubi bird)
who calls for seasonal shower
for quenching eternal thirst of many births
Oh Almighty God how many births do I have to go through
to find my heavenly soulmate?
for the final union everlasting?
Oh my blinded eyes, stop the cascade of tears
do not shadow and wall my vision
with the never ending heights of nine hills
how can my soul see
the Second Coming of the Son of God?
Don’t you see that I am standing
at the horizon of human endurance
perched at the pointed parapet
like a rain soaked tiny yellow bird?
year after years?
when my life was torn apart again and again
by this baby faced monster who betrayed
long years of my prime days
burying me alive under the rubbles of
hellish hydrogen and atom bombs of sadistic torture?
Oh my Saki, where are you?
Come – where are you – make me strong
physically and mentally,
heal my insides again – so that I could breathe
People said Peony suffered whole life with unshed tears
Count of Monte Cristo jailed for years
for vile crimes he did not commit
And Papillion endured a lifetime – an unsung innocent again
from fresh youth to dried up vegetable
at the solitary prison in the Isles of New Papua
But they all returned and lived the Life they are worthy of
When is my Day?
Where is my Soulmate?
How many births do I have to wait for the One?
Who will heal my deprived Soul?
Who will pull me up from this circling Bermuda Triangle
engulfing and suffocating me daily?
Who will justify me?
Dark Tunnel, Dim Light
The light has gone out
I saw only darkness
at the other end of the tunnel
the tunnel is also dimly lit
There is no sound heard
only pin drop silence and cold wind
My God has died young?
My eyes are blindfolded
by waves of despair
My lips are parched and sealed
amongst this hot sands of waiting
I am in midst of my own Gobi and Sahara desert
loneliness is breathing down
on my forehead
hot steam of smouldered Iron
How to survive tonight?
My legs are broken
at many places
like a doll broken by a naughty child
My hands are bound
I am unable to lift them
The silence is closing in every minute
like Marina Beach struck by Tsunami
Who will come searching?
Whom I shall call to take me away?
I am voiceless
My vocal cords are muffled by Oedema of Twenty long years
My nasal septum is holed by that cruel surgery
I have become three holed being
which benumbed my lyrics
tunes of my seasons of joy and hope
How many moons I can sit here alone
away from humanity and my garden of pink lotus ponds?
They are calling me for centuries
telling come and shine amongst us
looking at the smiling sun in morning
and singing to the happy super moon
which shines only for you in balmy nights
They are calling
Oh I am hearing the Call of the Angel
who brought me here
saying let me pour a bowl of Nectar for you
drink it up and fill yourself in bliss
this is the life for you
Yes, this is the life fit for you
The writer is a traditional textile entrepreneur and poet