Feelings

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.