Memories and Us
The euphoria of blended emotions,
Enveloping the warm bouquet of my memories.
They say memories stay with us forever,
I say memories force us to stay forever.
Wrapped amidst the arms of tortured souls,
Memories keep us alive, the throbbing sensation
Is a ride of uptown whirlpools,
Drastically feeding on our souls.
Aren’t they tenacious for metaphors?
Sunken vestige that inundates their shallow pride;
Often deviates our mind from the fact –
Memories also burn us alive.
Sukanya Duwarah,
Gargaon.
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Mr Anthropocene
My body is cold burnt,
In this infinite dark void,
I aspire to feel my old sun,
And see the stars
Dancing in the sky,
Desire burns to see my long left home.
But, what I saw wasn’t hell alone,
The seas were dry,
The air choked with haze,
The sky shrouded with darkness,
Fishes stranded next to
The decay of a concrete jungle,
Trees burning in an inferno,
Enveloping its children,
Until all living was dead.
My first step was dusted off,
As I put forth the second,
Everything that I ever saw,
Laid in rubbles now.
My memories, nothing more
Than long-forgotten lore,
Everywhere these eyes gazed,
Only the remains remained.
Still, my land exists,
To ache with what’s left of it.
As no legs stand,
To march the dawn of a new epoch.
Minhaz Ansari,
Nagaon.
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Random Thoughts
The time between you and me,
Let me wrap it up,
Fold it, even out the creases,
And, set it aside.
If you ask me to,
I will burn into a thousand pieces,
If you ask me to, nicely.
I am just a shell
Of what I used to be,
How do I stop myself from staring
Into the abyss I carry within me?
I am one and all.
This universe is for me,
I discard it, but it crawls back
Into me, everytime.
What will I gain?
What will I lose?
Let me just mourn for all of it now.
My tattered bones cling to the ground
Like a leech.
I will reach out of this space,
Eventually.
Jeemoni Lahkar,
Changsari.
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Nostalgia
I yearn for the dawns,
That used to be awakened
By the little early risers’ sprightly talks.
I wish to please my fresh eyes,
By looking at the trespassers,
While picking up the fallen fruits.
I care to feel the void in solitude,
Created by the invisible hands of destiny.
Life itself is the meaning of life,
And, it itself is a mystery.
I yearn for the life
That used to be lived by the little ones,
With a strong constitution, and conviction,
Defying the odds.
Dipen Gogoi,
Jorhat.
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Reality
I live among people,
Even if someone hates me,
I try not to run away,
Life taught me in time
How to be amongst people.
That’s true,
And, the practice of cruel reality.
Heramba Nath,
Kamrup.