Geetima Baruah Sarma, 20 february 2012
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Been replaced by technology...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, 16 february 2012
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, 14 february 2012
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, 13 february 2012
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
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, 11 february 2012
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 february 2012
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 february 2012
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]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 3 february 2012
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, 28 january 2012
One evening I sat alone
On the verandah
And looked up towards the sky.
All of a sudden,
A shooting star passed by.
I thought for a moment -
What shall I wish?
I wondered and wondered.
Then, a beautiful thought
Came to my mind.
I felt as if God said something
In my ears, silently.
I closed my eyes and wished -
Let there be no chaos
And confusion anywhere
But only happiness, love
And peace everywhere.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 20 March 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 january 2012
Those golden days
Amidst fun and frolic,
Those cherished moments
Of smiles and laughter,
Are they not clinging
On our vine of memory?
Can we let them
Just fade into oblivion?
In our march
At breakneck speed,
To sustain in
This illusionary world,
Can we not
Keep in touch,
And associate again,
To reunite,
In a reunion?
Can we not
Spare some moments,
To lift our heads,
From the hectic schedule
Of our monotonous life,
To enliven our spirits,
And afresh rejuvenation,
Preserve our memories
From the brink of oblivion?
[Published in the website of Assam Engineering College 1984-89 Batch on 17 March 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 17 january 2012
An old lady,
Wrinkles stamped on her face,
Greeted me 'Merry Christmas',
Invited me to her residence.
Her cottage was simple and cosy,
Filled with love, kindness and humility,
Her daughters welcomed me,
Served dinner with cake and sweet.
With a simple job,
She struggled hard,
To educate her daughters,
Till they stood on their feet.
On Christmas day,
She thanked Jesus,
Invited guests,
Celebrated by serving a feast.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 6 March 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 16 january 2012
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]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 7 january 2012
(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, 26 december 2011
One of the outstanding personalities of this corporation,
His success lied in his devotion, determination,
An able leader, highly committed to his work,
Laid great emphasis on co-operation and team work.
Largely appreciated for his discipline and punctuality,
His talent in cricket and badminton equally praiseworthy.
His large heartedness revealed his inner goodness,
Displaying his pleasing personality and nature of forgiveness.
Departure to another world, a harsh reality indeed,
Praying for his eternal peace, adieu I bid.
[Published in the souvenir 'Reverence' on 21 February 2010]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 25 december 2011
Dear Feelings, Horizon,
You inspire me to write on and on.
You've provided a platform for many poets,
To express their feelings and thoughts.
Horizon is the place for the sun to rise,
Feelings is the space for the poets to write.
My thanks to you for publishing my poems,
Every Saturday I eagerly wait to read poems.
Through this letter, I wish you 'Happy New Year',
Long live Feelings, may you prosper every year.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 26 December 2009]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 december 2011
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]
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