Birth Day
Hiranya Borah
Birth Day
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By Hiranya Borah
Copyright 2017 Hiranya Borah
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Preface
These poems came to my mind on my 55th Birth Day. Hope some of you will like some of them.
Thanks to my readers and friends and above all my family for their constant support to write something usual and unusual. I love them all.
Author
Birth Day Boy at 55
A cute baby becomes a murky old man;
Still he likes and waits;
To hear the three letter sentence;
Happy Birth Day.
Still he likes to hear from his near and dears;
Many Returns of the Day.
Still he enjoys;
When his elder says;
God Bless You.
He still returns every wish;
With a ‘Thanks’
Or with a ‘Thank you’
Or with a ‘Thanks a lot.’
Still he recounts how his mother;
Kissed on his cheek
Remembering her pain of ecstasy on his birth.
Still he recounts how his siblings;
Fought for little more milk-rice prepared by his mother.
Still he recalls,
How his father gave his stoic blessings.
Now he gets birth day wishes;
From few youngsters;
Whom he considers at par with,
His son, daughters, brother and sister;
He enjoys their wishes with same enthusiasm;
What he enjoyed as a kid fifty years ago.
A small kid still lives inside his old body;
Who loves all the importance;
Bestowed upon him by his well-wishers;
On his D day.
Some of them are elders;
Most of them are youngsters;
Some are as young as his own grandsons or granddaughters;
He enjoys their best wishes;
Like a small kid of ten;
Even after crossing fifty-five springs of his life.
He loves all of them,
Thanks all of them from his heart.
He hopes to get another;
Happy Birth Day wish and some Blessings;
Just only after 365 days!!!!
Happy Birth Day to My Wife
Few decades ago,
On this day,
A rich man of a big city;
Was blessed with a baby girl.
Everyone one was happy
In welcoming the new 'laxmi' of the family.
But they never thought,
This baby girl was destined to face,
Lot of hardship in her married life.
She was brought up in a family,
Where the main lady was dependent
On few domestic helps
For her daily chores.
To move around,
There was a car standing along with a driver for her.
Though there was no dearth of good matches for her,
She opted for a young officer with rural modest background.
After her marriage,
She had to leave her studies mid-way;
She had to bring up three children of her own;
Practically without any help from anyone on the earth.
Her husband bought his first car,
After long 16 years' of their marriage.
She had to move around the country with her husband,
Who could afford only one room set in most of his life.
With all the difficulties,
She stood by her husband in his struggle to afloat in this world.
Happy birth day to that brave and beautiful lady of my life.
She is my friend, philosopher and guide;
She is my lovely wife.
On Son’s Birth Day
My wife yelled;
How long you are going to be awake?
You have office tomorrow;
With few meetings on the cards.
He won’t mind;
If you do not say;
Happy Birth Day at 12 midnight.
How I can tell my wife;
I am yet to forget;
The crying face of her;
At the middle of the night,
Before his birth.
I cherish the moment of his birth;
In the stormy night of a hill station.
I know he will not mind;
If I do not call him at the middle of the night;
To say Happy Birth Day.
But my heart will mind;
If I do not say my son,
‘Happy Birth Day to you my son;
God Bless You’.
Daughter’s Birth Day
She kisses me;
She hugs me;
On my birth day;
Or on her own birth day;
Or otherwise.
If she is near to me,
She is like my own body part.
When she is away on a birth day;
I feel something missing;
From my wardrobe of love.
She forces me to go out for a dinner;
On her birth day;
Or on my own.
Every morning,
After leaving my bed,
I get her lovely fragrance
Which gives me the feeling of a birth day of my darling daughter.
On every morning, I feel;
Every morning is a happy birth day of my daughter!
On My Sibling’s Birth Day
Now I forget the birth days of my siblings;
Probably, no relevance for me today.
Few decades ago;
Great significance was attached to it;
After all, my mother used to prepare;
Milk rice for all of us on their birth days.
Other than the birth day boy;
Or other than the birth day girl;
All used to fight for the sweets;
Or for the milk rice;
Mother used to cook on my sibling’s birth day.
As we grew;
Relevance of birth days of my siblings;
Reduced like water in the winter in a pond!
On My in Laws’ Birth Days
It is the most torturous thing in the world;
To keep the track of birth days;
Someone from the other side.
You want to keep the track,
Still you fail at the last.
Then you will feel the heat of Vietnam War;
You do not know,
When an arrow will pierce your heart!
On My Friends’ Birth Days
How much you like;
The birth day of a friend;
Only depends;
How conveniently drinks were flowed;
To your stomach;
Through your tongue;
Not able to speak coherently.
Quality matters for the first few pegs;
Rest were nothing but only few numbers;
But always remember how you drove home,
Till the next birth day of your friend.
Look forward to next birth days;
Of those friends who invite you alone to the parties.
Always try to forget the birth days;
Of those friends;
Who invite you along with your family,
Serves vegetarian food;
With
cold drinks and a cup of coffee!
On the Birth Day of My Boss
I always remember;
To tell him;
Happy Birth Day;
Till he retires.
I always agree with all of them;
Who think religiously,
It is a sin;
If you call your boss to say,
Happy Birth Day
After his retirement!!
Finally, On Your Birth Day
Looking at your FB profile;
On your birth day;
I just posted,
Happy Birth Day to you.
Could not muster the courage;
To write the last word, ‘Darling’.
But believe me dear;
My heart says;
‘Tell the truth;
You love her till today;
As much as you loved her;
Three hundred full moons ago.’
I restrained myself;
From saying the truth;
Few decades ago.
Should I tell the truth today,
What I could not say;
Three hundred full moons ago.
I was alone on that day;
When you said a final good bye to me;
After the final day of our college mingling.
I kept mum on that day;
Why should I tell the truth today?
My son will say;
The old man has gone crazy;
At the age of 55.
Daughters will say;
Papa has gone mad.
My wife will say;
Wow, he is still in his teens;
Who will mind to have a husband in his teens?
My heart whispers;
‘Tell the truth;
I do not want to die;
With a person,
Who cannot muster the courage;
To tell the truth in thirty odd years.’
The author is a Government servant and a man of vivid experiences derived from his official postings across the country, travels across India and numerous visits outside India. He is presently placed at New Delhi.
His earlier publications are:
1. Random Thoughts through a Coloured Prism
2. Dilemma of a Young Mind
3. Funny Statistics and Serious Statisticians
4. Melody of Fragrance
5. Akhadya
6. Few Cities through the Lens of Hiranya Borah
7. Guilt: Gift of Winter Spring
8. Beautiful Ghost
9. Great Fighters: Grace of God
10. All Blurred
11. Putting kids to sleep
12. How to become unpopular
13. Soulmates
14. My grumpy Face
15. Love and Worries
16. Discussion of own Birth: A Taboo
17. Interview
18. Indecent Love Affairs
19. My Fair Lady
20. Waiting time
21. Two Stories
22. My Mother: Dashami Borah
23. Parineeta
24. Manorama
25. Unwanted
26. First Attempt
27. A father
28. The Portrait
29. Snapped Thread
30. Only He Knows
31. The Stupid Mother
32. The Same Old Story
33. The Old Scoundrel
34. Third Attempt
35. Some of my First Days and First Nights
36. Snubbed Twice
37. Have You Met the God
38. Frequent Flier
39. Messiah
40. Forgive and Forget
41. To Win or to lose
42. Call Girl
43. Beyond Blood Relation
44. Lady with a Black Car
45. My wife
46. Complete Woman
47. Diwali Gift
48. Romance with a Lady
49. Open Heart Surgery
50. My First Love
51. Replacement
52. Pebbles on My Way Home
53. My First Bengali Book
54. Murder Mystery
55. Niharika
56. Swapping
57. Make a Habit to Thank God
58. Killing of a Bird
59. The Hero
60. Fantasy versus Reality
61. The Party
62. Road Rage
63. Death of a Friend
64. Cannot Live with Memory Only
65. None Cares for Me
66. A Tribute to My Guru
67. Two Professionals
68. The Choice
69. The Elusive Spouse
70. First Encounter with A P
71. Plane Crash
72. Plane Crash Part-II
73. Plane Crash Part-III
74. Abducted
75. A Bag of Currency
76. Suitable Groom
77. Head Hunters
78. My Dear Sister
79. Selection While Waiting at the Airport
80. Oh Shit
81. Perverse
82. He Got Back His Wife
83. Beautiful Faces
84. Elder Sister
85. Good Morning
86. Prey
87. Pass on your Death to Someone Else
88. Colour of Holi
89. Why blame others
90. A Forbidden Issue
91. Hat-trick of Failures
92. Agony of Writers
93. Contrasts
94. Three Directors
95. An Unusual Love Affair
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