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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 3 january 2013
SILENT ENEMY
Creeping slowly,
Each day, every moment,
Through my thoughts,
It haunted, attacked,
Made me miserable.
The enemy,
Mocked at my resolutions,
Began to build its base,
An attempt,
To ruin my imagination.
Helpless, frightened,
I searched for aid everywhere,
To evade the silent enemy,
But none could rescue me
Or provide a defending solution.
One day, exhausted,
I dropped on the floor,
And dormant self-confidence sprang forth!
Ah! I discovered my remedy ultimately!
To overcome fear, the silent enemy.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 24 September 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 7 february 2013
PEN POWER
The voice of a commoner,
The problems of the poor,
Woes of the downtrodden,
Issues of suffering women,
Anyone to hear their story
And restore lost glory,
By lending a patient ear,
To redeem without fear?
Perhaps, a prolific writer
With mighty pen power,
By delving on violation issues,
Highlighting oppressed issues,
Acknowledging responsibilities,
Shouldering difficulties,
Concerning the victimized masses.
[Published in 'Utkarsh', the School Magazine of Vivekananda Kendra Vidyalaya, Umrongso, Assam for the year 2011-12]
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, 16 august 2013
STRANGER
My mind was filled
With too many thoughts,
Thoughts of the past,
Thoughts of the future,
Thoughts about my near and dear;
I began to worry,
I was unhappy,
I felt so heavy.
One night, I saw in a dream,
A stranger on a train
Sitting opposite to me
And asking me,
‘Why are you unhappy?’
I was shocked!
Had he the power to read my mind?
He said slowly,
‘Let go everything,
Fix your mind on the Almighty,
Think of Him
And He shall think about you.’
I woke up with a start!
Who was this stranger?
I thought,
Well, let me try.
I let go everything,
Began to think of Him,
My worries disappeared,
I felt so happy and so light!
[Published in 'Poetreecreations' on 15 August 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 12 august 2013
NOT FOR LONG
Bad days do not last long,
One should have patience,
To overcome them all.
As the day ends,
Darkness rules all over,
But not for long.
With the change of seasons,
Winter brings about chill,
But not for long.
Trees shed off leaves,
Appear like dead trees,
But not for long.
Hurdles emerge in life,
Rays of hope seem shadowed,
But never for long.
[Published in ‘Buzzle’ on 8 August 2013
This poem was chosen as "Poem Hunter Member Poem of the Day" on 13 August 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 30 january 2013
THE LIGHT OF LIFE
Does she cry in desolation?
Equally gifted with a body
And endowed with a talent indeed,
But abandoned,
As failed to fulfill her parents’ need.
Education in reality,
The light of life,
Tears her cocoon, destroys hibernation,
Her career,
Now breaks barriers of discrimination.
Happiness gained,
Her smile makes the stars twinkle
And she finds love on the horizon,
To celebrate
And cherish moments on a pristine occasion.
[Published in the e-magazine 'Frog Croon' in December 2011 issue]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 6 january 2013
SOJOURN
Nature embellishes with
The advent of autumn,
The blooming of sewali,
The swaying of kohuwa,
To herald Divine Mother,
Who alights with her children,
For an annual sojourn,
Bedecked in ornaments,
Equipped with weapons,
To represent
Elimination of evil
And symbolize
Victory of the virtuous.
Her earthly sojourn
Delights every worshipper,
Enthralls the youngsters
And elderly equally,
To the rhythm of dhak,
To the sound of uruli,
To the illuminated mandap,
To the instant jalebi.
Her sojourn ends
On the tenth day
Of the moon's phase
And she proceeds
Towards the river
With divine grace,
Along with the crowd
Who follows her
With utmost reverence.
[Published in the e-magazine 'Enajori' in October 2011 issue]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 22 january 2013
SECRET
A secret remains a secret
Till it's kept a secret,
If once it's revealed
It doesn't remain sealed.
All depends upon self-restraint,
The power to retain and refrain,
Indomitable spirit - unyielding,
Sheer determination - untiring.
Aren't these secrets
Of keeping secrets?
If we try we can succeed,
A resolution to just proceed.
[Published in the "feelings" column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 8 October 2011]
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, 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, 19 february 2013
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
O mother, let me acknowledge
your selfless toil and pristine love
that you've always showered on me
and guided me to the right path in life.
Even today, when I'm beside you,
your face beams with sheer delight
and your tender heart can understand
all my emotions even though it's a trace.
Sacrifice, patience, trust...
ever shine through your actions,
wisdom, affection, inspiration...
ever reflect in your words.
You led me by example and
instilled courage to face challenges,
your vision - noble and lofty,
Oh! I simply admire your simplicity.
Inculcating values and self-reliance,
you taught me how to be independent,
I'm always proud of you, dear mother,
O God, take care of her forever.
[Published in 'Your Space' of the e-journal 'Muse India' on 2 February 2012]
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, 6 october 2012
CHANGE
We cry for change,
A better place to live in,
We long for peace,
A world sans misery, fear.
Who shall change?
Do we ever ponder?
Am I not the first?
Oh! Fingers point exterior...
Absolute power is within us,
Only efforts needed to afresh,
Just dare to speak the truth
And bring about a change.
[Published in 'Creative Thoughts' on 7 August 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 25 october 2012
HORIZON
Strolling on the sandy beach,
Enjoying the cool gentle breeze,
I looked at the people around.
Little children built sand-castles,
Young couples sat close together,
Elderly people enjoyed the waves.
My eyes fell upon a pair -
A grandchild and a grandfather,
Talking and munching ground-nuts.
One rising sun, the other setting...
Miles apart, yet, both rising and setting
At the same place - the horizon.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 13 August 2011]
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, 23 march 2013
HAIKU 2
peak summer
frolic in a pond
rural lads
[Published in 'Your Space' of the e-journal 'Muse India' on 22 March 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, 29 january 2013
FEATHERED FRIENDS
The veil of darkness fell
As refreshing dawn emerged,
The stretch of silence snapped
As feathered friends twittered.
A wish to watch their frolic,
I peeped through the pane,
Oh, but I could perceive
Only a number to name.
A flashback reminded my home…
Our courtyard filled with multitudes,
With hay in their tiny beaks,
To make shelter on our roofs.
Now perhaps, one can figure,
Their reason behind being sparse,
High-rise buildings and apartments,
Social upgradation at large.
[Published in the e-journal 'Indian Ruminations' on 14 November 2011]
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, 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, 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, 21 february 2013
A GIFT
(Dedicated to my mother)
You smiled at me,
Even though you were in pain,
You sacrificed for me,
Never thought about your gain.
You brought me up,
With lots of love and affection,
You stood by me,
Giving me utmost protection.
You inculcated in me,
Good habits and values,
You patiently taught me,
Prepare savoury menus.
You still care for me,
Although I stay remote,
You are divine to me,
My precious gift from God.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 4 February 2012]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 13 february 2012
FLY AWAY
As I opened the gate,
I heard a noise,
In the bush nearby.
I stopped and looked.
I found a little bird scuffle,
Between the fence and the bush.
I picked it up and
Brought it home.
The cute little bird was beautiful,
With green feathers, a blue neck
And a red patch on its head.
I tried to feed it,
But it looked sad.
It got hurt,
In one of its wings
And one of its legs.
I thought of putting it
In a cage and
Watching it everyday.
But then, I decided.
Little bird, fly away.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 11 July 2010]
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, 10 october 2013
SEASON SOJOURN
O winged ones,
You come in thousands
From distant lands
To enjoy the cool lap
Of the winter season
And enjoy your sojourn.
Don’t you feel weary
Flying across the miles?
I overwhelm with
Feelings of wonder
As I observe your unity,
Strength and splendour.
[Published in 'PoemsClub.com' on 10 October 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 23 october 2013
ASSET
Do we analyse what we lack?
Do we judge where we stand?
We feel uncomfortable seeing others
Standing on pedestals.
We try to pull them down
Instead of pulling ourselves up.
A sand-clock looks
Half full and half empty.
Why not try to fill up the void?
Perhaps we lack an asset.
The asset of courage,
The courage to move forward,
To judge ourselves,
To assess where we lack.
[Published in 'Fire Bird Poetry' on 23 October 2013]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 3 february 2012
REFLECTION
Mirror reflects light,
Mind reflects actions.
Wavering thoughts eclipse -
Peace of mind.
Thoughts converged -
Into an idea,
Conceives an art.
Creation becomes possible -
When two merge into one;
Mind and intellect -
When merge together,
Impression takes birth.
Thoughts, words, deeds -
If line-up perpendicular,
Integrity reflects Divinity.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 21 March 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 14 february 2012
BOND WITH MUSIC
Fingers dance on the strings
Melodious tunes begin to flow
Sweet music soothes the ears
Ah! Relaxation simply serene.
Life's monotonous sans music,
Music, talent of the Divine
And language of the soul,
Bonds a person with God.
A communication beyond words...
heals the deepest wound,
Intense emotions outpour gently
And feelings, so sensitive -
Like a tiny dew-drop
Glittering on a tender leaf.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 15 August 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 16 january 2012
A BALLAD ON SELF-REALIZATION
A tale,
Of two pals,
Ego possessed the former;
Self-respect imbibed the latter.
The former faced problems, complained;
The latter solved problems, smiled.
One, choosy and demanding;
Other, suitable and acceptable.
Fortunately,
Acquiring jobs
In a corporation,
Standing at the threshold
Of promising careers,
Days rolled on
And the day arrived
For promotion.
Self-respect surpassed,
Ego lagged behind.
Thoughts converted into self-realization,
Truth revealed.
Ego satisfied merely the senses -
"I want this" and "I want that"
Self-respect implied acceptance -
"I respect this and I accept that."
To further proceed,
To reach the summit,
'I' and 'my' be discarded,
'We' and 'ours' be adopted.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 28 February 2010]
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Weronika
Wiara w zimny poranek, to sprzeniewierzenie się
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Boli bo rektoskop to nie gadżet analny, więc
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Jutro jest niewyrażalne i nie do odgadnięcia.
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violetta
Drzewka do jedzenia:)
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Tak;)
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złotej*
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kontoler żłotej poświaty
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romantyczny to romantyczny, prawdziwy taki
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ucieczka z przewidzianym powrotem to też stabilizacja...
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