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geetima-baruah-sarma
geetima-baruah-sarma
Indian
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.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
Questionable
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.
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
Misery
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.
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC
Veil of darkness
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.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
Waves of terror
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.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
Reflection
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.
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC
A wish
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?
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
A reunion
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.
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
A lady with a difference
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.
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
A ballad on self-realization
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.
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
I feel