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	Geetima Baruah Sarma
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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]

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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]

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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]

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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]

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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]

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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]

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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]

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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]

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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]

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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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Other poems: DEW-DROPS, WHY?, FOOTPRINTS, A SLEEPLESS NIGHT, ASSET, SEASON SOJOURN, TIME, REMEMBERING GANDHIJI, BREAK FREE, BHOGALI BIHU, MISUNDERSTANDING, INTROSPECTION, STRANGER, NOT FOR LONG, SELF-DEFENCE, THE LOST SMILE, DANSEUSE, NATURE'S LAMENT, THE FALLEN LEAVES, HAIKU 2, SUNRISE, YEARNING, BORDOICHILA, GET-TOGETHER, LIMERICK VERSE, A GIFT, ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, PANORAMA NORTH-EAST, PEN POWER, OBEISANCE, DIGBOI, THE LIGHT OF LIFE, FEATHERED FRIENDS, 'KOPILI' IMMORTALIZED, SECRET, SOJOURN, SILENT ENEMY, CHALLENGES, LIFE REGAINED, HORIZON, CHANGE, HAIKU 1, TRAVELLER, RECREATION, SALUTATIONS TO 'KALAGURU', CHILD LABOUR, SAGA OF FRIENDSHIP, RONGALI BIHU, FREEDOM, BEAUTIFUL ARUNACHAL, LOVE SUBLIME, ODE TO MORNING, REMEMBERING NETAJI, NIGHT QUEEN, RELATIONSHIP, A SONG FOR 'MELANGE', SAVE WATER, SILENT SUFFERERS, I LIKE, A DREAM, NATURE IN OBLIVION, BEYOND A NAME, BOND WITH MUSIC, FLY AWAY, QUESTIONABLE, MISERY, VEIL OF DARKNESS, WAVES OF TERROR, REFLECTION, A WISH, A REUNION, A LADY WITH A DIFFERENCE, A BALLAD ON SELF-REALIZATION, I FEEL, ADIEU, A LETTER, HARMONY,

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INTROSPECTION

MISUNDERSTANDING

A GIFT

FLY AWAY

QUESTIONABLE

SEASON SOJOURN

ASSET

REFLECTION

BOND WITH MUSIC

A BALLAD ON SELF-REALIZATION

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