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Been replaced by technology...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]
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