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Wings

Wings

 

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By Hiranya Borah

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2017 Hiranya Borah

 

Shakespir Edition

 

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Preface

This book is a compilation of three poems on two independent topics. The first two poems are based on discovery of truths by an old man. The third one is on blind un-explainable love

Hope my readers will love the poems.

Thanks to my readers and friends and above all my family for their constant support to write something usual and unusual. I love them all.

Thanks to Shakespir for publishing this book along with my other books.

 

Author

A Dream

 

I harboured a dream,

Of having two wings;

To touch the sky,

Over a sea without any boundary.

I could not fulfil the dream of flying;

Over the turbulent sea;

In the last five decades.

Like millions of people;

Facing a life full of turbulence;

I could not dare even to leap;

Over a drain passing through my backyard.

As time passes,

Having of two wings,

Became more fearful than not having them.

Life goes on like that;

Till someone whispers me;

Still you have time to fly;

Over a sea without any boundary.

I could not see the face of the angel;

Who told me

I shall give you my wings;

To touch the sky,

Over a sea without any boundary.

My inner voice asked me;

Do I need the wings of the angel;

To touch the sky,

Over a sea without any boundary?

Someone from inside me told;

Now it is your time to give wings to others;

To touch the sky,

Over a sea without any boundary.

A smile of satisfaction;

Rolled over my lips;

Ready to help someone who dreams;

Of having two wings;

To touch the sky,

Over a sea without any boundary.

Few More Years

 

In flagging light of twilight,

Mirror asked him a question;

Why should you live in this world?

Just to consume food;

Which you had never produced;

But which is already short supplied

For the needy?

Or to use cloths,

Which you had never weaved?

Taking few decisions on files,

In the name of public service;

Getting the salary from the public exchequer;

Do you think,

You have been given the right to live?

No answer?

You old hack;

After few years

Your face will resemble like a toilet pan;

Why do not leave this world before that?

Sarcastic comments of the mirror;

Hurt the very core of his heart.

While the mirror was ridiculing his life;

His already badly worn face;

And above all,

His means of livelihood;

A soft hand touched his back.

Papa, what are you thinking?

His young daughter was standing behind him.

Papa, you told me to help me in my project.

Mirror told him obliquely,

You have got only one reason to live,

For another day!

But after that?

As he wanted to snub the mirror;

His phone rang;

Papa, you have to send some documents to me urgently;

His son demanded from a few thousand KM away.

He looked at the mirror again;

He wanted to tell;

Still I am useful to my family.

His wife yelled;

Come to the kitchen;

Pour oil from the jar to the smaller one.

At that time,

His neighbour’s daughter requested him;

Uncle, you have to sit beside me;

For my driving practice,

Till I can drive you to the moon.

The mirror smiled obliquely again,

Ok, your presence is necessary,

For few weeks more;

After that?

He left the place;

Where the disparaging mirror was placed.

He was pondering for the answer,

For the whole sleepless night,

After that?

He reached office early in the morning

Looking for an answer,

After that.

Instead, he got,

A few telephone calls,

A few visitors in the office.

All looked for him for some works;

But few young people looked for him;

Only for getting few suggestions.

A young lady thanked him for the successful launch of a report.

He told her, it was their baby;

He deserves no thanks.

She said,

Without your help, it was just a bunch of papers;

Your advice made the bunch of papers to a beautiful Report.

He looked at few other draft reports;

Submitted by few youngsters;

Scattered all over his table.

He knows,

He can make those drafts to beautiful reports;

Due to his vast experience in the office.

He asked himself,

Should he live for few months more,

Till he can make all the drafts to some beautiful reports?

On that very evening,

A young couple came to him,

Uncle we need some advice from you;

To solve a problem that we are facing.

Thanks to his experience of life,

He solved their problem, in no time;

To the best of the satisfaction of the young couple.

They touched his feet;

Asking,

Can we bother you again and again;

To solve our problems

Which we are sure to face.

He smiled without saying anything;

Now he has few answers for the mirror,

Why he has to live in this world;

For few more years.

On his back;

Mirror has also smiled;

Without iota of doubt;

This fellow has a reason to live;

For few more years.

Chapter III: Fatal Attraction

 

She is not beautiful;

With a rough skin;

With disproportionately big eyes;

Resembling with a vulture;

While scavenging a rotten body.

She is not a spinster;

Having a bulky husband;

Only few pounds less than a quintal.

She is a mother;

With two devilish teen aged sons;

She might be

At least ten years senior to me.

I saw her for the first time,

As well for the last time,

A few months ago;

With her bulky husband in a late night party;

Thrown to some middle aged persons,

By a friend of my Mom.

She was not at her best of the dress;

Her artificial eyebrows are far from the designated place;

Her shoes were not perfect for a dance.

But she decided to dance;

Just to fall down like a tree;

Standing on a riverside;

To be washed away by the ravishing current during a flood.

Had my stretched arm;

Not caught the heavy body;

Full of fats;

Accumulated after the birth of the second child;

Would have a Humpy- Dumpy Fall,

On someone to be injured.

Her man thanked me

For my indomitable courage to hold;

The 925 KG short of a ton of flesh.

He could not even imagine;

In his wildest dream;

That touch of his lady in distress;

A lump of soft tissues;

Can send an electrifying effect on me.

She left the party;

Much before curtain fell;

As her heavy could not be supported by her legs

Till the end of the party.

From that day onwards,

Her big eyes disturbed me;

Day and night.

I became thinner and thinner thinking about;

The lady with two loosely covered heavy boobs;

Whom only once I met

At that late night party.

My holding of her fatty back;

Stole my sleep for months together.

Is it the fatal attraction, I am told about;

By my friends while sitting at the back bench

During a mathematics class?

The author is a Government servant and a man of vivid experiences derived from his official postings across the country, travels across India and numerous visits outside India. He is presently placed at New Delhi.

His earlier publications are:

1. Random Thoughts through a Coloured Prism

2. Dilemma of a Young Mind

3. Funny Statistics and Serious Statisticians

4. Melody of Fragrance

5. Akhadya

6. Few Cities through the Lens of Hiranya Borah

7. Guilt: Gift of Winter Spring

8. Beautiful Ghost
9. Great Fighters: Grace of God

10. All Blurred

11. Putting kids to sleep

12. How to become unpopular

13. Soulmates

14. My grumpy Face

15. Love and Worries

16. Discussion of own Birth: A Taboo

17. Interview

18. Indecent Love Affairs

19. My Fair Lady

20. Waiting time

21. Two Stories

22. My Mother: Dashami Borah

23. Parineeta

24. Manorama

25. Unwanted

26. First Attempt

27. A father

28. The Portrait

29. Snapped Thread

30. Only He Knows

31. The Stupid Mother

32. The Same Old Story

33. The Old Scoundrel

34. Third Attempt

35. Some of my First Days and First Nights

36. Snubbed Twice

37. Have You Met the God

38. Frequent Flier

39. Messiah

40. Forgive and Forget

41. To Win or to lose

42. Call Girl

43. Beyond Blood Relation

44. Lady with a Black Car

45. My wife

46. Complete Woman

47. Diwali Gift

48. Romance with a Lady

49. Open Heart Surgery

50. My First Love

51. Replacement

52. Pebbles on My Way Home

53. My First Bengali Book

54. Murder Mystery

55. Niharika

56. Swapping

57. Make a Habit to Thank God

58. Killing of a Bird

59. The Hero

60. Fantasy versus Reality

61. The Party

62. Road Rage

63. Death of a Friend

64. Cannot Live with Memory Only

65. None Cares for Me

66. A Tribute to My Guru

67. Two Professionals

68. The Choice

69. The Elusive Spouse

70. First Encounter with A P

71. Plane Crash

72. Plane Crash Part-II

73. Plane Crash Part-III

74. Abducted

75. A Bag of Currency

76. Suitable Groom

77. Head Hunters

78. My Dear Sister

79. Selection While Waiting at the Airport

80. Oh Shit

81. Perverse

82. He Got Back His Wife

83. Beautiful Faces

84. Elder Sister

85. Good Morning

86. Prey

87. Pass on your Death to Someone Else

88. Colour of Holi

89. Why blame others

90. A Forbidden Issue

91. Hat-trick of Failures

92. Agony of Writers

93. Contrasts

94. Three Directors

95. An Unusual Love Affair

96. Birth Day

97. Do not Tell Anyone

98. Anupama

99. Late By Ten Years

100. Murder in a Foreign City

101. Strange Life

102. I love You Darling

103. Falsehood

104. Lady in the Park

105. Do Anything, I Shall comment

106. Professionalism

107. Art of Flirting

108. Are We Human

109. Old man and a Dog

110. Relation with Relatives

111. Sun and Cloud

112. My Second Lover

113. In a Meeting

114. Love at First Sight

115.A Psalm of Life

116.He Wants a Solution

 

 

 

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Wings

This book is a compilation of three poems on two independent topics. The first two poems are based on discovery of truths by an old man. The third one is on blind un-explainable love

  • ISBN: 9781370110261
  • Author: Hiranya Borah
  • Published: 2017-08-10 12:20:09
  • Words: 1758
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