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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 19 june 2013
DANSEUSE
She speaks through her steps,
Dancing and revolving,
Expressing her art,
Going beyond the self,
A bond with the Supreme power,
A complete surrender
Of the mind and the heart,
A performance
Filled with true devotion.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Friday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 7 June 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 30 may 2013
THE FALLEN LEAVES
The cold wind knocks,
And the dead leaves fall,
One after another,
And the tree stands revealed.
A song of sadness flows,
Through the solitary branches,
Feelings of loss and destitute,
Alas! No leaves to swing and smile.
The season has arrived again,
And solitude reigns all around,
I feel sad,
When I look at the fallen leaves.
The wide green leaves that,
Once adorned the huge tree,
Are now brown, scattered, lifeless,
As they lie beneath the bare tree.
[Published in ‘Buzzle’ on 30 May 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 12 march 2013
SUNRISE
Sightseers swarm
To catch your glimpse,
Your spray of colours
On the lofty peaks.
Your appearance delights
One and all,
To experience rejuvenation…
A new day, a new life.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 29 September 2012]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 5 february 2013
OBEISANCE
A rivulet thronged,
Obeisance to the rising sun,
Celebrations…
Rituals performed at chill dawn.
Burst of crackers,
Twilight sky illuminated,
Earthen lamps lit,
Fragrance in the atmosphere.
The wait ended,
As the sun appeared on the horizon,
Knee-deep in water,
The devotees offered their oblation.
[Published in the e-journal 'Indian Review' on 2 January 2012]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 11 march 2013
YEARNING
My heart yearns,
To go a long way,
Far across the fields,
Across the echoing hills,
Towards a place enchanting,
Lovely and silent,
Beside a gurgling stream,
Where I can see myself,
My reflection...
And speak out my feelings,
My tormenting desires,
To ease a heavy heart,
In the serene atmosphere.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 11 August 2012]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 22 august 2013
INTROSPECTION
Through an introspection,
One can analyze any reaction.
Situations remain the same,
But we try to put the blame.
When do we feel good?
When do we behave rude?
When everything goes our way,
We feel good, happy, and gay.
If anything turns turtle,
We become unstable.
Circumstances make us dependent.
But, don’t we like to be independent?
Well, attitude should change,
Evade incidents out of range.
Instead of regulating the outer,
We should try managing the inner.
Controlling outer events and past,
A difficult task, but forgetting is a must.
Contriving the inner-self and thoughts,
Would work wonders and achieve lots.
[Published in 'iBuzzle' on 20 August 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 12 february 2012
QUESTIONABLE
They hacked the horn of
An innocent wobbly denizen.
Alas! It's truly questionable -
Men of lame justification,
Whom are you hacking?
A mere animal for its horn
Or the state's glory
Nay, the world's pride?
Don't your hearts bleed
When you bleed it to death?
Perhaps, you possess
Wretched hands of cruelty,
But terribly lack
The most precious asset -
An inner voice.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 4 July 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 29 february 2012
A SONG FOR 'MELANGE'
Can I not sing a song
In appreciation for 'Melange'?
My journey started
With the magnificent magazine -
The issue on every Sunday,
On one fine day,
When I picked up the weekly,
Browsed the pages that
My eyes fell upon,
Read quite a few features,
Admired the beautiful compositions,
Usage of English language
And began to learn...
Facts about our motherland -
Culture, communities, civilization,
Little things about little ones,
Informative titbits, counselling tips,
Contributions of illustrious personalities,
Significance of festive proceedings.
My experience...'twas truly inspiring.
So, can I not sing a song
In praise of 'Melange'?
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 7 November 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 7 march 2012
ODE TO MORNING
Mother Nature gives you birth,
As golden sun-rays touch the earth,
Chasing away shades of darkness,
Brightening your beautiful face.
You sparkle with freshness,
You sprinkle around happiness,
Awaken people from deep slumber,
To march forward and shine brighter.
Closed buds prepare for bloom,
Fresh roses adorn my room,
And I simply love to hear,
The tiny feathered friends twitter.
Fragrance of burning incense,
Purifies the air with radiance,
With the cool gentle breeze,
Presenting a caress of perfect bliss.
Nature lovers consider you a boon,
Nocturnal activators say, you appear soon,
In fact, you're a harbinger of hope,
To discover new horizons and better scope.
[Published in the e-magazine 'Enajori' in February 2011 issue]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 10 february 2012
VEIL OF DARKNESS
A sea of knowledge,
Gradually switched over
To a sea of ignorance,
And a veil of darkness
Prevailed in every
Nook and corner.
Desperate souls tried
Their level best,
To lift the veil
But went in vain.
Seeking the Divine,
The source of light,
Every soul strived
To peel off -
Each powerful ruling vice,
Attached to their bodies.
And lo!
The veil of darkness,
Drifted away and
Light began to flow.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 30 May 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 9 february 2012
WAVES OF TERROR
A daring voyage,
We sail in a ship
Amidst mighty torrents
On a turbulent sea,
Swaying hither and thither,
Making way across
Rapid high-rise waves,
Waves of terrorism,
Bullets and blasts.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 29 May 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 january 2012
A REUNION
Those golden days
Amidst fun and frolic,
Those cherished moments
Of smiles and laughter,
Are they not clinging
On our vine of memory?
Can we let them
Just fade into oblivion?
In our march
At breakneck speed,
To sustain in
This illusionary world,
Can we not
Keep in touch,
And associate again,
To reunite,
In a reunion?
Can we not
Spare some moments,
To lift our heads,
From the hectic schedule
Of our monotonous life,
To enliven our spirits,
And afresh rejuvenation,
Preserve our memories
From the brink of oblivion?
[Published in the website of Assam Engineering College 1984-89 Batch on 17 March 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 19 march 2012
SAGA OF FRIENDSHIP
The words shattered
His countless dreams
And he could imagine
His sand castles being
Knocked down by waves.
Remaining days could be
Counted on his fingers...
Alas! So much left undone.
Being stable was
His sole shield.
Wise proverbs instilled hope
To his flickering mind -
'A friend in need
Is a friend indeed'
And amazing indeed!
His friend stood beside,
With smiles of gratitude,
To donate an organ,
To shower love and charity,
To a helpful soul-mate,
Whom he owed his life,
His humble effort,
To save his friend,
To save a precious life.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 15 May 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 4 september 2013
MISUNDERSTANDING
Dark clouds of depression
loomed in her mind,
followed by long sighs,
accompanied by sobs.
Few minutes later,
came a heavy downpour
of salty water,
continuing for an hour.
The clock ticked
and as the cell beeped,
a smile peeped
through the wet cheeks.
Had she gone out of her mind
or was there a reason for it?
A misunderstanding?
A coincidence, that's it!
The name announced on media,
a deceased victim of the blast,
matched with the name
that was close to her heart.
Relief approached
as she answered the beep,
sent to her by one
who was close indeed.
[Published in ‘Indus woman writing’ in September 2013 issue]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 16 february 2012
BEYOND A NAME
What's in a name?
You remain the same.
What shall I call thee -
An ocean or a sea?
What's in a name?
You remain the same.
What shall I call thee -
Lord Krishna or Goddess Kali?
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 11 September 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 7 march 2013
BORDOICHILA
Bordoichila rushes
To greet her mother,
Enthusiasm turns wild
And some heavy shower.
Proceed of destruction
All throughout the way,
Lightning, thunderstorm,
Trees tremendously sway.
Her advent conveys
Onset of spring season
And Assamese worldwide
Enjoy their Bihu celebration.
[Published in the e-magazine 'Bordoichila' on 14 April 2012]
Short note: 'Bordoichila' refers to a thunderstorm that hits Assam and the neighbouring states (North-East India) during the spring season every year. As the powerful wind lashes, trees get uprooted causing severe damage to houses, light posts etc. According to a common belief, 'Bordoichila' is the name of a bride, who longs to meet her mother and with her long hair unfastened, she dashes towards her home for an annual sojourn.
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 1 march 2013
GET-TOGETHER
Life becomes tedious
By workload and stress,
A daily routine trails
If nothing found fresh.
A reunion of course
May change the way,
As har ek friend
Jaroori hota hain!
Families introduced,
Extends friendship,
Experiences shared,
Association grows deep.
It’s been a long time
Since we all met,
A get-together once more,
Come, let’s celebrate.
[Published in the website of Assam Engineering College 1984-89 Batch on 9 March 2012, on the occasion of their Second Get-together]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 4 january 2014
WHY?
Days pass by
and I sometimes
wonder...
Why do we do
certain things?
Helping an old man
to cross the street
and helping a child
who has lost his way.
Perhaps, for the
love of mankind
and sympathy
towards one another,
that we go forward
to extend
a helping hand
even to a stranger.
[Published in 'Induswomanwriting.com' in January 2014 issue]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 3 january 2014
FOOTPRINTS
He left his footprints,
For us to trail,
His legacy unparalleled,
‘Mahapurush’ we hail.
Born at Bordowa,
Nurtured by his grandmother,
A child prodigy,
His pilgrimage thereafter.
Founded a new cult,
'Ek Saran Naam Dharma',
Preached doctrines of 'Vaishnavism',
Set up 'Namghar' and 'Satra'.
Composed devotional songs 'Borgeet',
Wrote 'Bhakti Ratnakar', 'Kirtan Ghosha',
Created one act plays 'Ankiya-Naat',
Innovated the dance form 'Satriya'.
An inspiration for all,
A great humanitarian he was,
Enriched Assamese culture and literature,
Lived for hundred and eighteen years.
He is Srimanta Sankardev,
An outstanding personality ever,
A versatile genius of creativity,
The saint, scholar, and reformer.
[Published in ‘iBuzzle’ on 3 January 2014]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 6 july 2013
SELF-DEFENCE
Dreams began to wane
as she faced distress
and she proclaimed
there were lots to express.
Physical tortures
day in and day out,
character assassination
by holding doubt,
restrain imposed
on pursuing her career,
severe criticism
for not being fair,
harassment by
demands of dowry
and an heir
on the first delivery.
Her endurance one day
lost the bound
and extreme courage
she finally found.
To get rid
of the evil monster,
she sprinkled pesticide
in a fried lobster.
Hours later,
the neighbours gathered,
'self-slaughter'
they all murmured.
None suspected
it to be a mystery,
'self-defence'
she sighed silently.
[Published in ‘Indus woman writing’ in July 2013 issue]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 june 2013
THE LOST SMILE
In the corner of her cheeks,
There was a sweet smile.
That reflected her heart’s contentment,
And displayed a horizon of happiness.
A bolt from the blue one day,
Crushed her innocent smile.
Concealed her enthusiasm,
And made her miserable.
Her cheeks now fail to show,
That charming exquisite smile.
Which could perhaps make,
The faint stars twinkle.
Brighten up myriad lamps,
Kindle hope in the heart of a forlorn.
[Published in ‘Buzzle’ on 20 June 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 10 september 2013
BHOGALI BIHU
Season’s yield,
Granaries filled,
Mid-January,
Festival Bhogali.
Uruka evening,
Enjoyment and feasting,
Building the Bhelaghar,
Pranks with the neighbour.
The morning after,
Obeisance to the God of fire,
Burning the tall Meji,
Made of bamboo and paddy.
Sunga pitha, kaath aloo,
Customary delights of Magh Bihu,
With friends and families,
Flavours of Assamese delicacies.
[Published in ‘Poetreecreations’ on 8 September 2013]
Short note: Bhogali Bihu is a harvest festival of Assam, a state of north-east India. The festival is celebrated in mid-January, marking the end of the harvest season. Bhogali means feasting and enjoyment. It is also known as Magh Bihu as celebrations are held in the month of Magh, the tenth month of the Assamese calendar. On the eve known as Uruka, people gather for a community feast with friends and families. A variety of dishes that include meat and fish are cooked over wood flame. Using bamboo and paddy, a temporary hut called Bhelaghar and a tall structure known as Meji are built. Merriment continues throughout the night as youths play pranks like stealing vegetables from the neighbour’s garden. Next morning, offerings are made to the God of fire and people enjoy the traditional delicacies like sunga pitha, kaath aloo etc.
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 september 2013
BREAK FREE
We are born free,
Yet find ourselves,
Fastened with shackles.
Attachments confine us,
Inflict pain at times,
A search for solace sometimes.
We yearn to break free,
Escape and flee,
To somewhere unknown.
But can we live alone,
Or can we stay long,
In a place unknown?
Responsibilities summon us,
Relationships beckon us,
To bring us back to reality.
[Published in 'Boloji.com' on 23 September 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 1 october 2013
REMEMBERING GANDHIJI
Born to our great motherland India,
We regard you as 'Father of the Nation'.
Your greatness was your simplicity,
Your life was an example of integrity.
You followed the teachings of ‘Gita’,
Kabiguru entitled you ‘Mahatma’.
Gandhiji, we love to call you ‘Bapu’,
We, the nation, pay homage to you.
[Published in ‘iBuzzle’ on 1 October 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 8 october 2013
TIME
Time waits for none,
A moment if we shun,
We'll find the difference,
Its worth, packed with chance.
It can make us or mar us,
Every second depends on us,
Whether we plan properly,
Or be idle, lazy and sleepy.
It's certainly a great healer,
Also life's best teacher,
The perfect time is the present,
To utilise it and win a present.
[Published in 'Fire bird poetry' on 7 October 2013 and 'PoemsClub.com' on 9 October 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 18 june 2013
NATURE'S LAMENT
Unpleasant feelings veil her
And she laments in agony,
Helplessly observing from the horizon…
Evergreen trees and dense forests
Mercilessly being cut and cleared,
Modern endeavours by humans
Damaging the beautiful environment.
She sheds tears in pain
And makes a silent appeal…
Plant and conserve trees,
Make the surroundings green,
Love Nature, save environment.
[Published: 'Your Space' of the e-journal 'Muse India' on 5 June 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 4 november 2013
A SLEEPLESS NIGHT
She kept awake
whole night long,
her eyelids
refused to bow
and a thought
whirled
round and round.
Seconds, minutes
and hours gone,
slumber stood
at the threshold,
the moon sailed
through the sky
reflecting light
all around
but her thought
recurred
round and round.
She felt miserable
and it seemed as if
huge black curtains
were forcefully
pulled before her,
blocking her vision
of radiant light,
leaving her
farthest behind,
leaving her
all alone,
all by herself.
[Published in 'Induswomanwriting.com' in November 2013 issue]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 17 january 2012
A LADY WITH A DIFFERENCE
An old lady,
Wrinkles stamped on her face,
Greeted me 'Merry Christmas',
Invited me to her residence.
Her cottage was simple and cosy,
Filled with love, kindness and humility,
Her daughters welcomed me,
Served dinner with cake and sweet.
With a simple job,
She struggled hard,
To educate her daughters,
Till they stood on their feet.
On Christmas day,
She thanked Jesus,
Invited guests,
Celebrated by serving a feast.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 6 March 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 11 december 2012
CHALLENGES
Big dreams and high ambitions
Engulf the young minds,
Desire for a rosy life
Of fame and comfort,
But feelings of despair
Cripple imagination,
When incidents occur
That never wished before.
It's all right O seekers,
Bravely endure challenges...
The blows shall immune you and
Extract hidden talents from within,
You fall to rise again,
The dawn shall usher new scope,
Hard times come and go,
Pursue and enjoy life's rainbow.
[Published in 'Writers Web Well' on 4 September 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 18 november 2012
LIFE REGAINED
A pleasant day 'twas,
That turned into tears,
Long drive, long journey,
A trip to a distant city.
Left home in the morning,
Dad at the wheel was driving,
Brothers asked me riddles,
I tried to solve the puzzles.
The sun reached overhead,
Sandwiches, sweets we shared,
As destination half-way remained,
A soul-stirring incident happened.
Suddenly the road turned wavy,
The car toppled topsy-turvy,
Rolling once, twice, thrice,
Our tender nerves froze like ice.
I closed my eyes in fear,
O God save us, an earnest prayer,
Then slowly opened my tearful eyes,
But just couldn't believe my eyes!
Our backs were on the ground,
With countless people all around,
Dad, brothers looked at me,
I heaved a long sigh faintly.
Gradually the crowd dispersed,
Our car lied with wheels upward,
The day in my memories remained,
I thanked God for our lives regained.
[Published in the e-magazine 'Fried Eye' on 1 September 2011]
Latest comments:
16 may 2024
violetta
Może w lipcu będę miała takie wakacje:)
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jeśli tylko
słońce w płynie..
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Za jeszcze jeden rejs!
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Mam takie oko :)
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Jaga
Zwierzęta upodobniły się do koloru otoczenia
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To naturalny suchy i pustynny klimat. I tam są
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Klimat taki, że nie był i raczej nie będzie,
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Kajzerki są przereklamowane ;)
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wielki wypas - był albo może będzie. kto wie...
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sama prawda z tym myśleniem i psoceniem ale
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