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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 12 march 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 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, 6 march 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 march 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, 1 march 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, 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, 24 february 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, 23 february 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, 22 february 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, 21 february 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]
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23 november 2024
violetta
Nie ma co se spieszyć, tylko żyć chwilą:)
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Jak obraz
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O piękne
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Lato
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Cudna róża :)
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Eva T.
Slicznie pod pierzynka :) U mnie byl sniezek,
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Dziekuje i pozdrawiam, Jeslinko :)
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Tak, to prawda. Dopoki nie ma silnego wiatru
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Jaga
Dziękuję w imieniu natury :)
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próbuję, ale to nie to... pozdrawiam porankowo
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mówią, mówią, po jakimś czasie się przyzwyczajają
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zbyt ogólnie i zwyczajnie ...jak dla mnie ...
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