Memories (2023 March)

Memories (2023 March)

Our lives are passing, as our seasons are,

With each of us a leaf that buds, unfolds

And feels the touch that comes to birth with life—

With light and shade and all that life provides—

Until it wilts and then is blown away. 

And yet we leaves can touch and even talk

And feel the bonds that form and then sustain.

And even when the winds have swept away

The ones we knew and loved, they still remain

With us—as echoes do—for quite a while.

******

When I have lost the ones that I have loved

And none remains to meet with me again,

Except within, in fondest memory, 

I still will smile on seeing faces then,

As one by one they rise within my mind.

And there they will remain and speak to me

As they had done when they were still alive—

And I in turn may try to speak to them,

Not knowing whether they can hear my words, 

Until they either fade—or I depart.

2023 March 26th, Sun.

Berkeley, California

Barking Dogs

 
Barking Dogs

We’ve bred our dogs to bark, so they
Alert us; trained them to obey.
But this has made some infantile.
And humans too, we’ve made this way.

How many might the layers be
That form the full reality!
Impatiently, we skim—and judge. 
What lies beneath, we rarely see.

How easy, then, with swift surmise,
To demonize—and heroize!
Ignoring all that's intertwined
Has led us long on paths unwise.

******

There is, around us, misery—
That’s plain enough for all to see—
That’s caused by being in a rush—
Not taking time to pause—and be.

For if we did, we’d realize,
Perhaps at first with some surprise,
Our “demons” and our “heroes”, both,
Are naught but us—when stripped of lies.

We need not take the gangster’s side,
Nor cast the victim’s pleas aside.
We each should act, with full resolve,
Yet know there’s more than just a side.

****** 

To better see then, in the round,
What other ways have seers found?
I cannot say. Some delve within;
Some harken to the softest sound.

In times of peril, beings act—
But even then, there’s still the fact
That guidance comes from sight—and not 
From blind obedience to a tract.

The calls of prophets, ideologues—
Are somewhat like the calls of frogs.
So music too can touch the soul—
And yet be used to rouse the dogs.

2023 March 25th, Sat.
Berkeley, California

To Be What We Can Be

 
To Be What We Can Be

Should we wait around for leaders, so
We then become the sheep we'd like to be—
Or even dogs that bay—but still obey?

Or should we be the ones who lead the way—
As others follow, turned to hounds or sheep?
Or should we find the wisdom to refrain
From leading or, by others, being led?

******

Should we join, with glee, the surging mob—
Or like the cows and horses do, stampede?
Or should we recognize that this can lead
To things we later view with deep regret?

******

How hard it is to think and then decide
And know that we alone will bear the weight 
Of error or the lash of consequence?
It’s easier to follow than to lead—
But harder still to be what we could be.

******
The dogs, the herded cattle, horses—these
Were once as free as our ancestors were—
Until we bound and bred them to obey, 
As we have even done to full-grown men
And women. Stop. Let’s be what we can be.

2023 March 18th, Sat.
Berkeley, California
 

Light and Shade / Darkness and Light

 
Light and Shade / Darkness and Light

Within the moonshine, cool, of night—
The heat of the noonday sun.
Along with kindness in the heart—
The cruelty and rage.

From hellfire, comes the scented breeze
That blows through paradise.
The civil and the barbarous
Are marching side by side. 

In every faith, there is the bad
Along with all the good.

On one side, dwells the darkness deep—

On the other side—the light.

In every country, you will find
The virtuous and kind—
And yet, a history that is bathed
In mayhem’s tides of blood. 

In every heart, an angel sits
And also, by its side,
A demon too, that rears and wreaks
Its malice and its wrath.

The breathing in, the breathing out,
The yin—within the yang—

Within the yin. So heat and cold
Are poles—and light and dark. 

2023 March 11, Sat.
Berkeley, California

Translated from the Bengali, 
A~dhar-Alo (Darkness and Light),
of 2019, March 10, Fri.

আঁধার আলো (A~dhar-Alo)

Thanks to John Blee for urging me
to do a translation into English. 

This resulting translation (done four years after 
the Bengali original) has a last stanza that was 
added on. It arose from discussions with 
John Blee and others about duality, etc.

Jibon-Tori-জীবন-তরী + Translation, 2024-05-16: The Life-Canoe

The translation into English follows below the Bengali original.
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জীবন-তরী 

নীল সাগরে ঢেউ উঠেছে, 
ঘুমের থেকে জেগে। 
দিগন্তে যে মেঘ জমেছে, 
আসছে বাদল বেগে। 

এই জীবনের নদীর স্রোতে, 
সুধীর ধারা বহে। *
অকারণে, ব'দলে মেজাজ, 
ঘূর্ণি-পাগল হয়।

******

ঝড়ো হাওয়া, আকাশ ধূসর। 
সাগরে, আঁধার ভাসে। 
দূরে বিদ্যুৎ। বাজের ধ্বনি 
গুড়গুড়িয়ে আসে।

জীবন-তরী বিশ্ব-স্রোতের 
ফেনায়-ফাঁকে যায়।
কোথার থেকে, কিসের খোঁজে, 
কেউ জানে না, হায়! 

বুধবার, ৮ই ফেব্রুয়ারি, ২০২৩ খ্রি.
বার্ক্লি, কালিফর্নিয়া

* বহে => বয় (উচ্চারণে)

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The  Life-Canoe

The waves have woken up from sleep,

Upon the sea of blue.

The clouds have massed where sea meets sky.

The storm is on its way.

Within the river of this life,

The flow is calm and smooth—

Until, we know not how or why,

The turbulence begins.

******

With stormy winds and skies of gray,

The darkness shrouds the sea.

In the distance, lightning flashes. 

Thunder roars in turn.

The life-canoe is struggling through

The surfs and clears of time.

From whither and for what, to where

Was never known to me.

Wednesday, February 8th, 2023

Translated from the Bengali on

Thursday, May 16th, 2024

Berkeley, California