"brahmaputra" poems
We had well-heeled days
With sprawling village,
Glowing crop field, homestead,
and flock of cattle !
We worked day and night
Made our life accomplish with fruits of toil!
Those were the days of amiable knot with everyone,
Spring was echoed with the sound of ‘Dhol’ and ‘Bihu’!
Summer was fragrance with wet soil and mud of crop field!
Autumn was resonance with ‘Aoi-ni-tom’!
Winter was mirrored with golden Paddy!
Now, we are like a vagrant!
We work in other’s field
We are living on our landowner’s marshy!
“Have you seen that boat on the river?
Our village was there!
Mighty Brahmaputra had carried away
Our home and glee!”
Now, we depend on our land owner’s marshy!
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
FINGERTIP
( for Shyam )
as a little child
I travelled
up & down the Ganges
its sister Yamuna..her brother Brahmaputra
their names
upon my tongue
my voice calling them
into being
awed by their sound
mantras for my mind
riding their waters
in the little ship
of a
fingertip
traveling only as a child
can
now
here I am
still that child
become this man
still offering
my devotion
from the Dev Bhoomi I come
tracing Shiva's hair
from here to there
"Ganga Ma...Ganga Ma!" I cry
herding the river
from Gaumukh
watching her
spread her fan
into the Bay of Bengal and beyond
still sailing the same old
fingertip ship
a bit old and
battered now
soon I will stand
on Indian soil
call all my childhood rivers
to me
bow as they
flow into me
their names
upon my tongue
calling upon
all the Gods to come
as
one
"OM!"
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Quiet flows the Brahmaputra
But violent and angry at times
At the ruthless manner in which
The man destroys the nature...
Quiet flows the Brahmaputra
But angry and turbid below
At the greed and arrogant manner in which
They carry out "development"
Quiet flows the Brahmaputra
But sad and lost
at the poor lives and livelihoods lost
At the hands of the rich who creates the catastrophes
Quiet flows the Brahmaputra
But helpless and depressed
At the ignorance and stubborn attitude
Of the people who aren't willing to learn from their mistakes.
Quiet flows the Brahmaputra
Sometimes overflowing and destructive
Time and again, to teach the humanity a lesson
In not learning from the past, learning from their mistakes
Because, history repeats itself..
And we are suffering today at the hands of the
People who are not creating a welfare state
But extracting, extorting, exploiting the commons
And the common people
To the benefit of a few, arrogant, "smart" rich...
There is something wrong somewhere..
Unless we learn ...
Unless we change...
We get what we deserve...
So if we need a change..
Let's change first ourselves..
Our action, Our decisions, Our choices...
There is nobody to blame..but ourselves...
It is not enough we give our choices
Once in five years ...
And then blame everybody else
For what we get out of our choice...
Quiet flows the Brahmaputra
He is a teacher, a friend, a father (and a mother)..
A brother, and a God (if there is one)...
Let us learn from him, the nature...
Quiet flows the Brahmaputra
So magnificent and great..
Angry at times..Destructive at times...
Still the lifeline of the people
Quiet flows the Brahmaputra.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
The night sky was bathed with light
And the silhouettes became hills.
Peals of thunder rolled in,
As the first droplets of rain
Grazed against my face.
Over in the distance,
A storm brewed up,
While the train moved on.
The rumbles grew ever closer
The flashes of grey more frequent
The wind became chillier, but
All the weather did was,
Drive in the fact that,
I was coming home!
I took in all I that I could
The beauty of the mountains,
The sight of the rice-fields and,
The fresh smell of the earth
As the rain poured down.
The wind ruffled my hair,
The thunder roared, lightning snapped
While the train moved on.
The Brahmaputra loomed large,
In all its sheer majesty.
As I looked into the river,
A humbling awe swept through me
Only to be replaced
By the joy of coming home!
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
I did not die in the country I was born in.
I died much, much later;
had my American ashes
scattered all over Bangladesh;
traversed it's many vessels of water.
I swam the Brahmaputra River,
floated upon the skin
of The Ganga; the half-naked
children waved and I couldn't tell
if they were saying hello
or goodbye; but those
waves spread until
I was far out into the sea.
I was forgotten
as swiftly as I was welcomed;
and was loved as easily
as was I avoided.
I looked back on my American
life with discontent. I saw nothing
but tangled knots of thought
laced with consumption,
and accumulation; self-interest
and seclusion; even
sadness was commodified.
The discontent was the push
and pull of a rope
tied to my soul.
I died before I ever left;
but discovered another self
on foreign soil
It wasn't till I had aged
beyond the average life
span for someone like
me in America; did I realize,
I wasted all this time,
dependent on what others
thought of me; what they
expected of me; and what
they considered was best for me.
I was forever exiled from darkness;
but at least I got a little sun
in Bangladesh.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
Ven, que Cortázar aprueba nuestra entrega.
Ven, que muero de ansias por dormir contigo.
Ven, descansemos estos cuerpos muertos por la rutina.
Ven, que la vida nos invita a relajarnos entre mimos.
Nos inventa jugadas que puedan extasiar nuestras almas.
Nos regala palabras que podemos gritar hasta que los vecinos se enfaden.
Ven que la alcoba nos llama….ella nos reta--a ahogarnos las llamaradas.
Ven, vamos a escalar el Himalaya,
Ven, que el amor será nuestra mejor guía mientras la descubrimos.
Logremos derretir con nuestros fogosos cuerpos, la nieve que la decora.
Ven, que quiero ser tu “Hima” para que tu nieve enfrié mi canícula.
Quiero ser tu himno, tu gloria, tu mujer insaciable.
Quiero que tú seas mi “ālaya”,
mi morada, mi lugar donde exquisitamente calo en tu cúpula.
Que seas mi río Brahmaputra y que me emputes la impudicia.
Que desagües mis valles con tu dulce boca.
Que conquistes la cordillera de mis pretensiones.
Que derritas mis ventisqueros para alimentar mis famélicos deseos.
Ven, que nuestra alcoba nos llama, nos invita.
Vamos a subir la montaña Everest entre besos que excitan.
Dejemos que el amor nos quebrante sin descuido.
Nos embriague entre artimañas mientras escalamos hacia la cima.
Ven, que este amor se concomerá nuestras ganas,
empuñándonos en cada paso mientras escalamos esta montaña
de pasión, de devoción, de inaguantables salacidad.
Ven que nuestro amor nos hará invencibles,
cuando logremos al mismo tiempo colonizar nuestras cumbres
y la decoremos con una emblemática bandera blanca…...
Ven mi cielo a dormir conmigo,
que el amor, el calor y el deseo se están carcomiendo en nuestro lecho.
LeydisProse
7/7/2017h
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Ven, que Cortázar aprueba nuestra entrega.
Ven, que muero de ansias por dormir contigo.
Ven, descansemos estos cuerpos muertos por la rutina.
Ven, que la vida nos invita a relajarnos entre mimos.
Nos inventa jugadas que puedan extasiar nuestras almas.
Nos regala palabras que podemos gritar hasta que los vecinos se enfaden.
Ven que la alcoba nos llama….ella nos reta--a ahogarnos las llamaradas.
Ven, vamos a escalar el Himalaya,
Ven, que el amor será nuestra mejor guía mientras la descubrimos.
Logremos derretir con nuestros fogosos cuerpos, la nieve que la decora.
Ven, que quiero ser tu “Hima” para que tu nieve enfrié mi canícula.
Quiero ser tu himno, tu gloria, tu mujer insaciable.
Quiero que tú seas mi “ālaya”,
mi morada, mi lugar donde exquisitamente calo en tu cúpula.
Que seas mi río Brahmaputra y que me emputes la impudicia.
Que desagües mis valles con tu dulce boca.
Que conquistes la cordillera de mis pretensiones.
Que derritas mis ventisqueros para alimentar mis famélicos deseos.
Ven, que nuestra alcoba nos llama, nos invita.
Vamos a subir la montaña Everest entre besos que excitan.
Dejemos que el amor nos quebrante sin descuido.
Nos embriague entre artimañas mientras escalamos hacia la cima.
Ven, que este amor se concomerá nuestras ganas,
empuñándonos en cada paso mientras escalamos esta montaña
de pasión, de devoción, de inaguantables salacidad.
Ven que nuestro amor nos hará invencibles,
cuando logremos al mismo tiempo colonizar nuestras cumbres
y la decoremos con una emblemática bandera blanca…...
Ven mi cielo a dormir conmigo,
que el amor, el calor y el deseo se están carcomiendo en nuestro lecho.
LeydisProse
7/7/2017h
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Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
If the sky was shaped by the Almighty for a reason,
And the Earth was born with purpose too;
If the seas and rivers were carved with intention,
The Brahmaputra destined to meet the sea,
The Subansiri fated to embrace the Brahmaputra —
Then how could I ever believe
That you were made for nothing?
No — you are here for reasons,
And I need you for them too.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC