Holding on

 

Gift from a lover

A poem for the day celebrating love.

Valentine's day, 2023.

That wild blue flower

 Gentiana scabra, the Japanese gentian. 
Laitlum canyon, Meghalaya in the backdrop.

Oh why don't you see

My unfading love for thee,

vast and deep as the canyon,

and beyond everything

it could be!

I have so much to say,

Yet time is hard to find.

I wonder if it would suffice

with a poem that rhymes.

For I imagined our love will be,

Like the wild blue flower

Blooming unseen in the valley,

Hidden under the bower,

against all odds,

in abundance and glory.

Nevertheless it refused to be,

As uncaring and free as the

Winds and the sea.

And so I leave behind,

some thoughts well-defined,

some feelings unwind,

seeking that peace of mind.

Words said unsaid,

and letting go just fine.

Hoping in another lifetime,

you could be mine!

Counting blessings

Fuchsia thy name

What's fuchsia you ask-

Is it the colour or the flower?

Its none; perhaps its a reminder

of those happy days

when I was just a kid

Playing around in my frilly frocks

Blue, yellow and fuchsia coloured.

Perhaps its that dream

Something I saw in my mind's eye

The one where I painted the town

Fuchsia, in merriment

And danced to the sound of

Ringing bells.

Perhaps it that was song

Playing in my head all day long

Praising the fucshia

The one in my garden

Blooming in its glory.

Or perhaps it is none of these.

Perhaps it was the spur of that moment.

Leaving me with the question-

Why Fuchsia?

(Art by my friend Kunal Sarma. Here's his Instagram username: k_omoreb_i)

A kitten’s wish

(Art by my friend Mrigakhi Bora. Original creation by artist Vimal Chandran)

Why does the human live in a box like house?

Watching the idiot box all day

Only peeping out once or twice

To adjust the antenna signal in the way.

I am a little kitten, I stay outdoors all day

I dream of yummy things

And wish to lick a fishbone clean

Found in the roadside bin.

I wonder if the big fishes of the ocean

Would ever want to fly, like I do

Then I would meet them in the sky 

And twirl gracefully in my rainbow tutu.

For now I could play with the human

Only if it would come out and

Give me some milk and candies,

Sit in the lush green grass 

And watch the clouds dancing to 

The tune of the blowing wind.

Oh what a wonderful day that would be!

Once upon a December evening

 

(Dedicated to my dear friend Dishna Phukan. Here’s the link to her website :https://www.dishnaphukan.com/ )

The new, yet old

Perhaps 2020 was this dark side of the world and yet we hustled through; meeting the stronger side of ourselves, building up our courage and determination to survive. For we knew - the struggle to survive is not a new game. 

Sending good vibes to everyone for this maze -2021 ✨✨🧚🏼‍♀️✨✨

Sushi dreams

Last night I had

Salmon Sake and Crab Sushi, so amazing,

At a restaurant that served it

For a dollar a piece.

Each piece so huge 

A plate could fill one at a time

But never enough to fill my tummy.

Soft tender salmon flesh

With a strong flavor of wasabi 

On the side, and the sushi 

Waiting to be gulped down 

In delight.

I put a piece between the chopsticks

And took a bite instead of chewing it whole

Oh, what a nom-nom!!

Two sushi rolls, one sake

And a happy tummy later,

I wake up smiling only to find 

It was in a dream 

That I had the food 

I had been wishing for these days!!

A conversation

And the moon said...

Love, when it hurts

शायद अच्छा लगता

Hours

One last call

This silence around us

Staying indoors, locked away from the world, all of us are going through a time we never thought could happen. Its a time we would remember forever. And I wanted to keep a reminder of this time, hence ended up writing this piece. In these tough times, may all be safe and this ends soon.

Rainbow Paradise

She lived in her world
A kaleidoscopic landscsape;
Iridescent colors illuminating
Every inch of her way.


She’s a ball of fire,
Or sometimes a flower full of fragrance.
She can bestow upon you
A streak of deadliness or the
Blossom you crave.


Magic it is
That emanates from her soul,
Quiet and slow it takes
To works its charm.


Away from the crowd
In a distant dream of something unknown.
She lived in her own sweet little home called
”Rainbow paradise”.

Winter nostalgia

I wish for the cold winter nights

When I was a child,

Book in hand and wrapped in blanket

Dozing off in between,

Lulled by the coziness.

Cold icy winds, teeth chattering

As I blow warm breath into the air

And watch it melt into nothingness.

Oh icy winters at home

I miss you, each passing year.

I miss watching the wide fields at night

Engulfed in blankets of white fog

Screening the view beyond

And everything around.

Is there a ghost amidst the obscureness

Or the misty nightfall played

A scene of mystery 

To scare me!

I miss my winter gloves,

The home knit sweaters and woollen socks;

Colourful muffler and a knitted cap

All around my head

Ruffling my hair.

Doubly protected in every lining of cloth,

The winter chill reminds me

Of the cheer of staying indoors

A blazing evening fire,

Water boiling in the kettle;

All things warm and comforting.

Shining light through the misty mornings,

Icy cold water to the touch;

Basking in the winter sun

After a very reluctant bath.

Memories and memories

Of fond winter holidays

When the atmosphere was much colder

And the fun of winter shivers

Cast a happy spell, amidst all.

Dreamy mind and soul

I meant not to be pretty

Just a little hasty

Fleeting from flower to flower

Sniffing for that familiar fragrance;

One that hits the right note

One that the soul seeks.

I dream often

And often I dream,

Of funny things and

Cones of Ice cream,

Or that rainbow across the sky

And the bird flying by;

Hopes and desires

Writ in large bold letters.

Sometimes it makes no sense

And then I let it be.

Fragments of thoughts and 

The infinities within it,

Color up that canvas

Of my dreamy mind and soul.

Sunset, hopes and sadness

Sunsets are hope for

Another day of sunrise in the fields,

For the birds to go back to their nests,

For seekers to find their destination,

For lovers to spend a night together.

Why is it then sunset also brings in 

Some sadness.

Sad for another day gone by,

Sad for not doing things as planned,

Sad for not saying things harboured in the heart,

Sad for it brings another day closer to existence.