Broken Heart

By Hiranya Borah

This book contains few poems based on different topics including love, heart breaks, heart burns, jealousy, social and cultural evils leading to criminality. Most of the poems has an underlying tragic feeling of broken heart. However, some of the poems with end with a positive note.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hiranya Borah
• Release date: Feb 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370866861

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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Preface

This book contains few poems based on different topics including love, heart breaks, heart burns, jealousy, social and cultural evils leading to criminality. However, most of poems has an underlying tragic feeling of broken heart.

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.

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

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A Night to be forgotten

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 chapter;

I could not fathom.

Dead cannot say;

So the dancing hair could not say:

How beautiful the possessor of the dancing hair!

Hope this is not her;

He could only hope.

I never saw her;

But possessor of the dancing hair might be awesome!

I sighed.

Dusk has descended;

Nobody noticed.

Dancing hair is going to be invisible!

Tide may be coming;

In the eyes of the boy.

Tide, please do not come;

He might have told to himself.

I have a duty to wait;

I want to see the possessor’s swollen face.

The eyes of the boy want to see;

Beyond the curvy dancing hair.

Will she break her promise?

He has asked to himself.

She promised to show her face;

Hiding under the veil, on a specific day!

Coming from a place of teary eyes for rain;

To a place fearful of pouring of water from the sky;

Far off from a society;

Torn between class, caste and religion;

Is he going to lose his heart?

He thought and thought.

I am told;

Wait till dawn arrives.

I could not see the eyes of the boy;

Nor I could see the dancing hair any more.

Darkness engulfed my mind and my eyes.

Both of us are waiting for a new dawn,

With different purposes.

We do not know each other;

Neither have we wanted to know

Beautiful Moon

After a lonely evening,

I could see from corner of my eyes

Darkness is crawling to my small room.

I search for the switch board;

I forgot;

Where it is;

Over my head;

Or on the side wall.

I was about to hit the stool;

Someone carelessly placed on my way;

Or I was on the wrong path!

What science has done for us!

Light becomes available at night in abundance;

No need for moon light to touch;

Your skin and mind.

At the twilight,

You do not fear for darkness;

You will not fear for loneliness;

If you have resources to buy;

Light in abundance!

Far from civilization,

Far from science;

Far from artificial resources;

Even now child cries for light at dawn!

I have drifted away from my dark room;

Still searching for the switch board;

Somewhere on the wall or overhead!

Suddenly my room is illuminated;

Through the open door;

Sweet and soft light entered slowly.

My mind and spirit are enlightened,

With sweet smell of evening freshness!

I raise my head;

To see the source of light;

To know how far it is!

It is a full moon day;

Or it is a full moon night!

I do not know;

But my mind and spirit is full of evening freshness;

The freshness I used to love from my adulthood!

The moon is not far away;

It is at a touching distance.

I dare not to touch the moon;

Fearing for losing it.

Moon smiles at me like my mother;

Or like my sister,

Or like my daughter!

She kissed me on my forehead and told,

You can touch me;

You can love me;

I am yours.

Darkness loosened its grips;

From my room,

From my mind and from my heart!

A Mammal

I do not know;

From where I came from.

I am told, I was born,

As a child to a human couple;

Like any other mammal,

Through a natural process,

Starting from a simple mating of two adults.

I was inside the womb of a female body;

Later on I came to know;

She was my mother.

I also grew

After taking first sip of milk,

From my mother’s beast;

As my first food;

And I began my journey of life;

Like any other mammal on this earth.

After few years,

I am told I am a Hindu;

Few years later,

I came to know about my caste,

When I was abused by a classmate.

While I was in a metropolitan college.

I met a girl couple of years ago;

I did not know her caste or religion.

I fell in love with her.

My love was true for her;

Her love for me was as pure as mother’s milk.

We also wanted to reproduce;

Offspring like any other mammal;

You call them children;

I want to call them;

Only offspring to keep my lineage;

For reproduce another generation of mammals;

We call them Human;

Without caste and creed.

But her parent thought otherwise;

She was thrown out of her home;

My mother says;

She is not from my caste.

I took her to my place;

My father kicked both of us out of his home;

Both the family accused us;

We brought disrepute to our families.

Someone from her family killed her;

Someone call it, honour killing.

I want to join her,

I do not know where;

I do not know,

From where twenty five years ago I came;

Without clothes, religion and caste;

Not even with repute and dis-repute.

But I want to go to the same place;

Where probably still now,

There is no caste, no religion,

No honour and no honour killing either!

A Father, a Daughter and a Beast

He told me to remove my frock.

I recalled,

Two years ago;

My father used to