If the world didn’t have borders
Indrani Medhi

If the world didn’t have borders…
there would have been no nations, no ideologies,
no political systems, no threat of ‘invasion’
nor any hassles of ‘immigration’.
But we are not lucky enough to witness that, are we?
We are born in a divided world,
a world of separate entities called nations and states.
If the world didn’t have borders…
we would have been citizens
of a common world.
We regard each other as friends,
yet we are separated by some
superficial geographical boundaries.
National borders are nothing
but shadowy lines created by politics.
They are arbitrary and just a state of mind.
If the world didn’t have borders…
We would have been as free as a bird.
It is upto us how much we can create
a world without borders and
promote unity, peace and brotherhood.
If the world didn’t have borders…


Just once
Rinki Bordoloi

Sitting at the edge of the towering cliff,
I could hear the gentle splash of waves.
Slowly, the ebbing waves were taking away,
Taking away the tumult of water.
Away to those distant mount,
Far away from me.
And briskly the dead air was holding me tight.
Then, why could I still hear the noise around me,
Or is it the pandemonium of my wishes?
My wish to hear you once.
May be once for eternity.
Your silence was lethal
It was so brutal to slay me oft.
Still I was awake and alive amongst the noise
Noise of the morose serenity.
To just hear you once for a lifetime
Sitting at the edge of the towering cliff.


Snake river
Buddhadev Nandi

Lying in summer like the carcass
Of a huge python of brown color
Spotted with grassy green,
Ceases its gliding by
The dry, emaciated stream.
The cattle without fear
Graze on the bald bed of the river
Brimmed once with water
When it profusely flooded
Both the banks with terrible splatter.
The cart man who crosses
The wide sand bed at dusk
With a sweet tune humming
Will never dare to do so
When the flood water will be running.
People after a day’s work
While away on the river bed
Gossiping in the evening
Perhaps being oblivious of
The River Snake raging.
Though appeared dead
There’s a mild sensation
Still pervades in the form of invisible strand
Streaming in perennially
Under the heaps of golden sand.
The Snake River is hissing
And just waiting for the monsoon
In its morbid trance
To feed up itself with flood water
And carry through its vengeance.

Life stories
Swapnajyoti Bordoloi

“Thanks for mercilessly playing
With my life…
Thanks for silently
Mocking this moment
My helplessness
Before you…
Goodbye sweetheart…
But you cheated me,
And you cleverly
Made it look like
I betrayed you;
You think I’m a loser…right?
A big zero in whatever
I say today or try to do…
Think I had never
Loved you
Just because
Today I don’t
Have any means
To prove it
Before you!
This is how
Most love stories begin…
Although time never
Pauses to listen
To them!