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    Bleeding Heart
    Bleeding Heart
    Bleeding Heart
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    Bleeding Heart

    By Hiranya Borah

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    This book contains few poems based on different topics including love, heart breaks, heart burns, jealousy, social problems, environmental problems, historical tragedy, mythological tragedy and cultural evils leading to criminality. However, most of poems has an underlying tragic feeling of bleeding heart. Some of the poems have already featured in some of my earlier books.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHiranya Borah
    Release dateFeb 2, 2019
    ISBN9780463223666
    Bleeding Heart
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    Hiranya Borah

    Born in a teachers' family in a village of Assam, a province of India, Borah started his journey of writing at a tender age of eleven. He published two novels in Assamese language and other fictional and non-fictional stories in Assamese periodicals during his college days. Then Borah almost stopped his literary activity for more than three decades. In the meantime he became a Gender specialist.However,so far, he has published more than one hundred and sixty five books on this platform in English and one book in Hindi within a span of five years. The books are on different topics like inspiration,romance and love, humour, ghosts, suspense thriller, children etc and those are written both in prose and poetry.Eight English and two Assamese books are also available in printed form. 2nd edition of his first book, 'Random Thoughts' is also in the public domain.

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      Bleeding Heart - Hiranya Borah

      Preface

      This book contains few poems based on different topics including love, heart breaks, heart burns, jealousy, social problems, environmental problems, historical tragedy, mythological tragedy and cultural evils leading to criminality. However, most of poems has an underlying tragic feeling of bleeding heart. Some of the poems have already featured in some of my earlier books.

      Hope some of you will like some of them.

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

      I am always thankful to all my friends and relatives for their encouraging words. But without constant support of my family members, I could not have written anything for which I shall remain grateful to them.

      However, this book is dedicated to my mother, my wife, my daughters and other beautiful ladies who directly or indirectly inspire me to write something.

      I am also thankful to Ms. Julie Dutta Nath for providing her photograph as the cover page of the e- book.

      Thanks to Smashwords for publishing this compilation of poems along with my other books.

      Author

      An Elusive Husband

      A beautiful lady of seventy something,

      Lying on her bed,

      Counting her days;

      Looking at her ever-busy husband;

      Told to herself something with an inaudible voice.

      I never loved you dear;

      I loved my dream husband,

      Who used to carry me in his arms;

      Putting me on the saddle of a galloping white horse!

      He was the prince of my dreamland,

      Who would cuddle me like a pub;

      While sleeping, would embrace me

      Like a bear of soft fur!

      I was after the elusive husband,

      Who would forget everything in my arms;

      Ready to dump everyone for me.

      However,

      Nothing happened like that in my life.

      You could not arrange even a bike of my choice;

      In our married life of long fifty years;

      Forget;

      About riding on a galloping white horse,

      Embracing you on your back,

      Keeping no space for even an ant to move in!

      Always;

      I felt in my life;

      You have been busy with your works;

      Never spared few seconds for me;

      Never dumped your friends and relatives for me;

      How you could be the prince charming of my dream!

      Many a times I saw

      You are partying with your friends;

      With full flow in their niperkins,

      Forgetting our anniversary day.

      Now I am dying;

      Counting my days to say a final ‘Good bye’,

      I have seen you weeping alone for me;

      You have been nursing me day and night

      For months together;

      Without food and water on time;

      Without proper sleep at night for days together;

      Embracing me like a father,

      To his little fearful daughter

      At the middle of the night!

      I am dying with a few drops of tear;

      Full of gratification;

      But not willing to come out from my dry eyes.

      It is too late to tell you;

      You are better than the prince charming of my dream;

      By a thousand mile.

      Now, I am happy,

      To die with a flowing mind;

      I was married to a man;

      Lived with a man;

      Who worked day and night only for me

      And only for my children;

      Who sacrificed all his comfort;

      For the sake of happiness of mine and my children.

      I lived with a man;

      Who fought with me;

      But never let me down before others;

      Who scolded me many a times,

      But never allowed anyone to scold me;

      Not even by my own parents.

      I married to a man,

      Who loved me and cared me;

      Protected me like an umbrella from a scorching sun;

      Or from a drenching rain;

      For long fifty years.

      I am thinking now,

      Why I could not find,

      The charming prince of my dream;

      In my ever-busy husband!

      Life would have been different for both of us,

      Had I told you long back,

      In a foggy winter,

      Or in a dazzling spring,

      That, I love you,

      My love, my charming prince.

      An Elusive Wife

      Wiping his tears on his eyes;

      Looking at his frail wife;

      The seventy plus husband;

      Looked back their journey of Fifty years;

      With a remorse in his mind.

      I never loved you dear;

      I loved my dream wife,

      Whom I want to carry in my arms;

      To put her on the bed of red roses,

      Spread over a snowy valley of mountain!

      She was the princess of my dreamland,

      Whom I would cuddle like a soft pub;

      While sleeping,

      I would embrace her like a new born baby!

      I was after the elusive wife,

      Who would forget everything in my arms;

      Ready to dump everyone for me.

      My dream lady would not nag me on my bad habits,

      Would not retort me back at any time;

      But would cook best of the food.

      She would bestow

      Unconditional love without a whimper.

      She would be a mother when she serves my food;

      She would be a friend at my jolly time;

      She would be like a sister,

      While playing a game of cards.

      I wanted to see her giggle;

      At the slightest funny talk of mine;

      Never wanted to see her frowning eyes.

      But alas!

      Nothing happened like that in my life;

      You were nagging me all the time;

      In our married life of long fifty years.

      You had never served my food as my mom;

      Nor you were playful like my sister;

      Nor enjoyed my company like a friend of mine!

      Always I felt in my life;

      You have been busy with your household chores;

      Never lose a single chance to scold me;

      Never dumped your parents and friends for me;

      How you could be the princess of my dream!

      Now you are dying;

      I cannot stop but weeping alone for you;

      I understand what you are to me.

      You are the mother of my children;

      Whom you brought up without any help from mine.

      You have been nursing me day and night when I fell ill;

      Without food and water on time;

      Without proper sleep at night for days together;

      Embracing me like a mother,

      To her little son at the middle of a winter night!

      You are dying now;

      My tears are flowing like river Nile-Blue and White;

      Full of gratification for you.

      I want to say you something,

      But words are not willing

      To come out from my dry throat.

      It is too late to tell you;

      You are better than the princess of my dream;

      By a thousand mile.

      Now, I am the unhappiest man on the earth,

      To lose the best friend of mine

      For the last fifty years;

      Realization is too late:

      I was married to a woman;

      Who loved me

      And cared for me for long fifty years;

      But whom I could not love at a proper time;

      Whom I could not tell,

      ‘I love you’ few years back.

      Life would have been different for both of us,

      Had I told you long back,

      In a foggy winter,

      Or in a dazzling spring,

      That, I love you,

      My love, my crowning princess of my heart.

      A constable

      ‘Dancing long curvy hair might be of my lover’

      The boy sat and said.

      I saw, dew disturbed his eyes;

      Twilight of a story or dawn of a new

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