Guwahati,

Poetry

I am the drop of rain

 I am the drop of rain

Easterine Kire 
 
 
I am the drop of rain
I am the flake of snow
Landing on your shoulders
I am the gust of wind
Trapped in your hair
 
My mother is the mountain
My father is the sky
 
I fall
I fly
I float
I laugh
I love
I dance
 
My mother is the mountain
My mother is the earth
My mother is the autumn forest
Birthing wind and new rain.
 
My father is the sky
My father laughs and wraps the clouds around him.
 
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Reminiscing the Lord
Swapnajyoti Bordoloi
 
To the Saviour who once chose 
To shed his very own blood 
To wash our
Murky sins and forever, 
I cross this breathing heart 
Of mine with all my faith and trust 
And surrender my soul unto him!
To the Good Shepherd
Who once chose to swallow all pain 
Till eternity to heal all those who 
Sought his prayers and blessings;
Harvested happiness and peace unto each around,
I and my weary heart humbly kneel 
Down at his divine service 
Afore the Holy King!
To the beloved son of Lord Almighty,
Jesus of Nazareth,
Who bestowed on us the miracles of love 
And care in his short mortal life,
Illuminating our darkalleywaysforever till date,
I humbly free my mind, heart and soul too,
Before the holy cross 
To lead my path unto him!
To the Redeemerwho once chose
To rise from his death even,
Coming back to hold our shaky hands 
And lead us and this world 
On the boulevard to faith 
And freedom forever,
Can't we all silently take an oath?
Forgive all that is evil in others,
Embracingin our hearts
All that is good again...!
Can't we all together make our souls fertile
With a bit of sunshine again...?
Can't we rise with our
Dormant love for God 
In the name of the Prince of Peace again!
Merry Christmas and much love dear all!
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Life
Mantu Kumar Deka

 
Life is nothing but a dream
Chasing after the wind,
We wake up  
And see nothing
But the truth.
Life is nothing but a line drawn on a paper
Without any direction,
Somewhere the ink got finished
We see and hear nothing,
Except an untold feeling.
Life is nothing but a flower on a garden
With its beauty exposed.
Seasons will soon change
And the flower will start drying,
Without knowing the truth.
 
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A Poem Against You All
Kamal Kumar Tanti
 
 
You live in the other end of the world
Hence, you are happy
Devoid of intelligence, we live in our lanes
Like strays
You do not hear the rising voices of our souls
Yet, we hear your ramblings
Listen to your glib talks, your oily voices 
Like the purring of cats 
You pollute our blood with
Dark poison and vermillion
With the craft and cunning of scholarship
You stop our blood from turning red
You purchase our brains and in time
You throw them away in dustbins
You fear truth
You are a bunch of misanthropists 
Hence, we strays hate you
You and your cold intelligence
You who fear the heart of a human
You who fear the truth
You live in the other end of the world
Hence, you are happy
Devoid of intelligence, we live in our lanes
Like strays, we are happy too