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Steven Boston Aug 2020
Life not lived
in still stance
glued to my tree like altar
dreaming of what could of been
roaming the Serengeti scorched trails
my flesh beating
jungle drums blaring
head high in a roof of galant green

alas the realness of reality revertebrates into my cold expanse
I am but a statue of beauty crafted
hands of my maker smooth but firm
as they caressed my curves
connected in that memorable moment
standing still in ticking time
ever eternal
state static
I wrote this about an ornament Elephant sitting on a table in my living room
Verdant Quo Nov 2018
I am nothing
more than a reflection
that has animated itself over the water’s surface

But the picture is so much clearer
Jayanta Mar 2015
Who will talk now with common man gesture?
Who will give message now about humour and giggle of life?
Who will play the character now which can rejuvenate farmer’s dream?
We miss you,
In all occasion of acuity to animate!  
But we will carry your message of humour and giggle of life
To invigorate and survive,
Lead towards simplicity and acuity!  
Hope you will be there in golden paddy field,
In the blue river,
In green mountain
To remind us  
About humour and simplicity of life!
We have lost our adored actor Indra Baniya, who was only the fifth Indian and first Assamese to bag the prestigious Silver Leopard Award at the Lucerne International Film Festival, Switzerland. Our young days were passed listen his dialogue in Radio drama and later on film. He was famous for his humour and simplicity. In my graduation days in a public programme three our friend performs group recitation where he was there for his comedy show. After the programme he appreciate us and suggested in such public predominance don't carry loose pages with your poem in your hand, either carry a notebook or write it on card.  I still follow this. We have lost a great humanitarian who face every troubles in life with humour. May his soul rest in peace!
Food Jul 2014
Like a beggar feeling for gold in the dark
I mosey in the shadows searching for the scent of bliss
Blind to everything but my own thought
I skirt the edge of light and dark
A stuttering heartbeat
I rest upon a sturdy form and begin to flutter
Slowly
I come away from my stupor and tilt my head
Upward
Illuminated by a golden sphere
A moth grasping at God
Gripped in the glow I am light
Reflecting unto faded stars
We
Inanimate forms buzzing along to the
Dull hum of the universe.
First entry, a long time coming...
Sunanda Pati Jul 2014
A story from my past about a doll who had bones...

For her snaky body crackled with calcium
The weight of flesh ***** and ragged in pauses
Llithe light heavy her arms skinny and stout
Ready to enmesh anyone that came her way
Once it was Blue Beard and then some Santa Clauses
Of rustling coats sitting well on alien atoms
Polestars of the dark moulded to suit her thunder
Until it was turn for human ******* that her fears danced
In mad forms not unlike hers no doubt
She saw them heard them wished them out
She sought eyes for beads to end the trance
For there was comfort in plastic and forever it could last

— The End —