Guwahati,

Poetry

poetry

 

 Children

Buddhadev Nandi

Children
Innocent, sinless
Running, playing, laughing
Greatest creation of the god
Heaven.
 
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Graphic
Swapnajyoti Bordoloi
If there's unrest inside,
Love hath 
Indeed found 
A dwelling to reside!
 
The love sweat 
Is at all times identical,
Inclination is always impartial!
 
The universe 
You find out,
Is all in the 'Linga,'
And the 'Yoni!'
 
The wisdom of love 
And longing;
It's never twice...
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The straight dope
Swapnajyoti Bordoloi
When too drunk 
To move a finger,
Sometimes drowsy eyes 
Make love better...
Intoxicated wet souls
Becoming nothing inside,
Comfortably locked
Within for a lifetime;
The shame 
And accomplishment,
All mixed pickle!..
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Homage  
Buddhadev Nandi
 
 
 Once an unprecedented hailstorm
Lashed on our little town, 
Rattled about a couple of hours
And laid everything down. 
The roofs made of tiles
And lightly built sheds
Were all so devastated
As they were without heads. 
A mango tree and a bailiff one 
Stood in the west
And their branches were so closed
As they were abreast.
They fought against the hailstorm
With utmost valor
And protected my shabby hut 
Like a castle from a horrible war. 
Torn leaves and broken twigs
Strewn on the ground everywhere
They withstood on the ground
Among the corpse like two warriors.
My head bowed down in gratitude
To their indomitable prowess
Prayed to bear no more fragrance and juice
For I had no other choice.