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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 7 stycznia 2012
I FEEL
(Dedicated to the youth)
When I was young,
My teacher once asked me,
What will I be,
When I grow up.
I replied, 'a teacher'.
But today,
In this age of kalyug,
I feel -
Each one of us,
Should strive to be,
A good human being first.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 27 February 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 1 marca 2012
RELATIONSHIP
I remember those words,
That Shakespeare once wrote -
The world is a stage,
And we are all actors.
Are we really actors?
Do we actually play roles?
Our relationships... oh, yes!
We act in so many roles!
When we are children,
We are with our parents;
When we are parents,
We are with our children.
When we are students,
We are with our teachers;
When we are just souls,
We are with The Supreme Soul.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 27 November 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 8 października 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, 29 lutego 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, 23 lutego 2012
SILENT SUFFERERS
Judgement day arrived to
Determine success and failure.
Festivity and celebration
Ruled the institutions...
Sense of pride glowed
In the faces of those
Who had expectations,
Glorious smile shone
On the cheeks of those
Who burnt midnight's oil;
Except for the bulk
Who remained unsuccessful...
Depression, fear, shame
Reigned the pale young faces,
Feelings of guilt reflected
In the eyes of those
Who whiled away time.
But, my heart pained
For those unfortunate innocents -
Who just recovered from
Encephalitis or glaucoma,
And those puppets of fate
Who tried to cope with the loss
Of a parent or sibling.
Questions whirl in my mind
And I do wonder...
Can three hours judge the
Performance of tender brains -
Their intelligence, their brilliance?
The silent sufferers,
Tagged as failures,
Shed tears in solitude,
Their dreams being eclipsed -
Stare towards a bleak future.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 31 October 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 20 lutego 2012
NATURE IN OBLIVION
Walking down memory lane,
I feel myself fortunate,
I've seen colours of nature,
I've myriad memories to cherish...
Playing hide-and-seek
And doll's marriages,
Jumping on puddles
And sailing paper-boats.
Walking through crowded streets,
I feel as if -
Nature's on the verge of oblivion,
Been replaced by technology...
Playing games on mobile
And watching videos,
Browsing the internet
And viewing the idiot box.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 2 October 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 21 lutego 2012
A DREAM
I lost touch with you
For so many years,
But when I think of you,
It seems like -
Time is passing by
Yet, everything between us
Remain just the same.
Meeting you was
An unforgettable moment,
Meeting you again would be
The happiest moment.
I reminisce
Your care and attention,
Your association and deep bond.
My wish has
Turned into a dream
And I wish to
Realise my dream.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 3 October 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 września 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, 28 lutego 2013
LIMERICK VERSE
A simple man, loved countryside life,
"How 'bout city life", proposed his wife,
Her naggings bitter,
He made a murmur -
"Another issue to start a strife."
[Published in the e-magazine ‘Frog Croon’ in March 2012 issue]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 6 lipca 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, 21 stycznia 2014
DEW-DROPS
Dew-drops,
Adorn a morn,
Glitter like pearls,
Cling on to cobwebs,
Rest on petals and grass,
As if to herald the golden sun,
And shine with a bright sparkle.
[Published in 'HighOnPoems' on 21 January 2014]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 4 stycznia 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, 30 maja 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, 3 stycznia 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, 1 października 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, 4 listopada 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, 24 czerwca 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, 19 września 2012
HAIKU 1
crimson sky
a pair of mynahs
pen and sheet
[Published in 'Your Space' of the e-journal 'Muse India' on 2 August 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 14 marca 2012
BEAUTIFUL ARUNACHAL
She engrosses her lovely name,
As the first spectator of the rising sun,
Her picturesque beauty conceals within,
If tourist destinations remain undone.
Mighty Siang River flows across her,
Also Lohit, Tirap, Kameng, Subansiri,
Amidst the valleys towards the plains,
To cultivate crops, produce electricity.
Bhalukpong on her foothills greets visitors,
Tipi attracts numerous orchid lovers,
Tawang Memorial salutes her war heroes,
Snow-clad Sela Pass delights travellers.
Itanagar is her capital and hornbill, the state bird,
Apong, the local brew and chubas, the local dress,
Sanctuaries, monasteries, fair at Parasuram Kund,
Losar, a festival and Ajilhamu, a colourful dance.
She's home to several major native tribes,
A house of exotic flora and endangered fauna,
An enlightening adventure to discerning trekkers,
A treasure-trove of natural scenic splendour.
[Published in the column 'Spark' of 'The Arunachal Times' on 12 March 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 12 marca 2012
LOVE SUBLIME
Listened to the heart,
It whispered,
Fear not, go on...
Listened to the head,
It said,
O forget, go ahead...
Feelings versus thoughts,
Sandwich between the two,
She knew not what to do...
Dark circles appeared as silhouette,
On the fair and lovely face,
As nights rolled on sleepless...
Feelings caged behind
Mind and intellect,
Days rolled in melancholy...
Beautiful is love sublime,
Not at all on compromise,
Ah! A decision for destiny...
Listened to the heart,
Abound in love sublime,
Fearing not, stepping on...
The red carpet of roses,
Amidst life's prickly thorns,
To build her Eden...
To make dreams a reality,
By power of love sublime,
A home truly divine.
[Published in the e-magazine '7sisters' in March 2011 issue]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 7 marca 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, 6 marca 2012
REMEMBERING NETAJI
Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose,
Born on twenty-third January,
A great inspiring leader,
The greatest patriot of our country.
He formed the Azad Hind Fauj,
Or the Indian National Army,
Left the Congress party,
With difference of opinions
With Gandhiji.
Netaji roused the words -
'Give me blood and
I will give you freedom',
Awoke the youth of India,
Instilled into them
The fire of nationalism.
Chalo Dilli and Jai Hind,
Netaji shouted the slogans,
We'll remember you, Netaji,
Every year always and again.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 22 January 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 2 marca 2012
NIGHT QUEEN
She appears bright as ever
At the onset of night,
Steadily wades across the canopy
Amidst the twinkling stars.
Her phases attract the star-gazers
And elegance fascinates the composers,
I stare at her mesmerized,
Admire her queenly grace.
She reigns in the dark hours,
Sprinkles silvery light around...
But her shine fades down
As her benefactor arises -
Majestically from the eastern horizon
To sustain life all around.
She's no match with the reverend,
But in shape and shine during the nights,
Oh! She has some moments though
To outshine and prove her might.
She shuns her majesty's brilliance,
Casts a shadow to form a night,
Displays her feat to myriad spectators
Watching the eclipse, a celestial sight.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 12 December 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 grudnia 2011
HARMONY
On a Sunday evening,
Swinging on a swing,
I remembered a saying -
'Work while you work,
Play while you play.'
I pondered awhile
Exploring significance.
Does it mean concentration
Or detachment
Or perhaps,
A harmony between the two.
Though different, yet inseparable,
One cannot sustain without the other.
Just like
Energy and matter,
Metaphysical and mundane,
Soul and body.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 28 November 2009]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 lutego 2012
SAVE WATER
Oh! Precious drops,
A view crystal clear,
Life without you,
A complete mess,
Perhaps a nightmare.
Your pleasant existence
Sustains survival,
To blades of grass,
Green paddy fields,
Greenery spreading out -
Touching the horizon,
Every living creature,
The chirping birds,
Flocks and herds,
Mankind as well.
A clarion call,
For each individual -
Let's join hands,
With purpose and mission,
To save every drop,
Every single day,
And live in fellowship,
Harmony with nature,
For healthy living,
Benefitting mutual welfare.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 6 November 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 22 lutego 2012
I LIKE
I like to see -
The sun rising,
The flowers blooming,
A baby smiling,
The stars twinkling.
I like to hear -
The notes of a sitar,
My husband playing the guitar,
The advice from a wellwisher,
The encouraging words of my father.
I like to touch -
The dew-drops on a flower,
The water of a flowing river,
The soft hair of my son,
The lovely sweaters knitted by mom.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 30 October 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 16 lutego 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, 11 lutego 2012
MISERY
Why is misery
Ruling the world?
We strive for pleasure
But land up with misery!
As clocks tick
And moments fleet,
We slowly realize -
Misery is a teacher,
Showing us the path
To face life's realities.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 19 June 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 10 lutego 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 lutego 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]
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18 maja 2024
kb
jakoś kojarzy mi się z "siostrami wielkiej
18 maja 2024
no chyba że pomieszkuje
18 maja 2024
zdaje się że nikt tu już nie mieszka
18 maja 2024
bardzo
18 maja 2024
orzeźwieni... prawie jak otrzeźwieni... i to
16 maja 2024
violetta
Może w lipcu będę miała takie wakacje:)
16 maja 2024
jeśli tylko
słońce w płynie..
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Weronika
Za jeszcze jeden rejs!
14 maja 2024
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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kb
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Deadbat
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