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Friday, January 12, 2024

Featuring Guna Moran



Malaise

 

Writing on and on

the writer at last turns unhappy

 

Whenever I meet him

my hand touching his hand 

lifeless like a dead snake 

gets frozen

 

In the pallid eyes like those of a dead fish

as if a cursed rivulet runs beneath the sands

 

The sun too has his sorrows

The sunlight falls in hell

like a sheet of white paper 

jabbed by the pen 

(The paper bears the blots of the pen)

 

I can’t make the unhappy one happy

I have no means

to give away joys

as my hands receive only sorrows 

 

Still I make a platform 

for the unhappy 

If I get a chance

And then I too turn unpopular

 

As if the unhappy have no platform


                                    

 

 

Poet 

 

Pain is the fountainhead

of the first poet’s creation

I too have never written any poem 

in delight

 

It’s no use explaining

whether poetry is a pal

of delight or sorrow

But the sheer number of poets

proves unhappy ones are on the rise

 

Pain is a favorite of none

But happiness has no meaning

if pain is never met 

 

So I turn representative of pain

and look out for delight for you

 

If delight is so dear to you

let me never be happy

as pain is a must to feel happy


                                                

 

Dedication 

 

Sheer dedication to words

not only creates literature

it reveals

the mental make-up of others

 

At the end of

the perpetual wordplay

I’ve got at

lots of secrets

of the complex mental world

more changing than the inanimate world

 

Those who are dedicated to words

their vision can’t be curtained


 

 

Two Poems

 

Inanimate

 

I’m sleeping

I’m dying

 

Over the body

a venomous snake has slithered

 

None cares a dead body

 

 

Lifespan

 

In the river

a tree seed 

drops

 

keeps floating up

and down

from ghat to ghat

 

In the estuary it drifts round

and away with the current

 

never comes upstream


(Translated from Assamese into English by  Nirendra Nath Thakuria)

 

 

 

 

Bio :

 

Guna Moran is an internationally acclaimed Assamese poet and book reviewer. His poems are published in 300 hundred international magazines, journals, webzines, blogs, newspapers, anthologies . Some of them are Indian Literature, Indian Poetry Review, Indian Review, Indian Periodical, Muse India, Outlook, International Writer's Journal, International Times Magazine, AZAHAR Revista Poetica , The Poet Magazine, The Global Youth Review, Whatcom Watch Newspaper, Spillword, Merak Magazine, Quidditty, Lovina 103, Indiana University Press, The California Times Newspaper, Poetry Hall , The Piker Press, Bario Blues Press, North eastern University Journal, The Tiger Moth Magazine, World Contemporary Poets Vol 1 . He has won  Creator Of Justice Award 2020 by International Human Right Art Festival and got a chance for reading poetry in Frankfurt Book Fair 2020 ( Digital edition). His poems have already been translated into Croatian, Tagalog (Philippines) , Burmese, Swahili ( Kenya ) , Indonesian, Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Macedonian, Chinese, Ukrainian, Russian, Hebrew, Turkish, Hindi, Tamil, Telegu, Marathi, Urdu, Gujrati, Arabic, Bengali .  He has published three poetry books: When The Tree Weeps, Time Will Write History On You, El Amor - Love On The Rocks (jointly ). He was invited to join poetry programme organised by America, Hong Kong, Bangladesh, Mumbai, Delhi, Andhra Pradesh, West Bangla at the Panorama International Literature Festival 2022, VI Open Eurasian Literary Festival Of Festivals " Lift " 2022 and many more.

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