Who art thou O Angel of Spring, spreading thy fiery wings
Carrying the nectar of life over a razor thin bridge
You have shown how a divine gust of wind can flatten and shape the green
We understand the language of your sacred text of love
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The Waves in the Human Heart by Hiren Bhattacharyya (Translated from Assamese)
I wish to narrate these feelings very intimately. As intimately as the tears cascading over my cheeks. Alien words from various locations creep all over the darkness of the heart bejewelled with stars; I collect the pen and the paper in the hope of picking up an expression or two; so universal is the human heart, so many waves within. I stood there humbled looking at the rich paddy field.
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If you are the social type
And enjoy meeting people,
Never miss a funeral in the graveyard;
Funerals are great occasions
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When the diseased mind
Talks to the wind
Torn leaves
Turn into swinging shadows.
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Holes are everywhere...
Holes in the heart
Black holes in space
Manholes in sidewalks
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Dust on a windy road
Masks on faces
A Child behind the curtain
We try to run away
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Frozen to my bones
As the mercury dives
But my neurons, born hot,
Never tire of firing
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Why write about something
That exists by default
Absolute Time
Absolute Space
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I aspire to see in a thousand eyes
Raging flames of the blazing sun
To overcome the horrifying ordeal
Waiting at the hazardous crossroads of time
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I have felt the floating aroma of those fragrant eyes
Do not accuse it of a relationship with your touch
It is just an emotion; gauge it with your soul
Let love remain love, spare it the burden of a nameā¦
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