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You can choose the tree
for planting
but you cannot
choose the birds,
butterflies and pests
that may take shelter on it.
I'm tied to the chain in the cage
Tear this chain up and break this cage down
to release me forever
Oh set me free, please!

I'm not in the happy mood
I'm soaked in tears,
Turn my tears into joy
and give me some peace,
You give me comfort, please!

Why are you silent again?
You don't see the wrong thing!
Never take the wrong turn in your life,
Just find the right path
and try to release yourself always!

You'll be free to reach the goal,
but I will be there in the jail!
Hey there who are free, I'm the victim
Think about it, just a bit
Oh, release me, please!

I would take the sweet smells
in the morning like you
I want to bloom the flowers too,
I wanna sing the morning song
for you in the cool breeze.
Let the dew of peace fall on me
Oh, lemme make a paradise!
BE
If Time were a tree
it would only have stem.
No roots or branches.

Time is linear
A lump in the throat
And a winter night without a coat

Language of the heart
And a raging storm about to start

Words begin to form
And a storm that leaves me without warmth

So I freeze instead
Caught on the articulation of a word
And a tempest blazing inside me
And I do not speak



8/13/2020
An ode to social anxiety.
 Aug 2020 Kaumal Borah
Shrika
Monsoon's panoply,        
               a dimpled day's
smile;              
                    windstrewn        ­­      ­              
                                 gulmohars,
                    ­          a blushing brocade,
                     'plop'-ing droplets,      
                     a lilting cadence;
                                                ­       ­     
nostalgia                             
    pervading through                      
  the silver-scented      
       ­            puddles of a        
paperboat's elation;        
July evenings                              
                           and      
                                         trinkets of
                         yesterday...



.
...Tiptoeing back inside in my wet shoes
Once upon a time a dream  was etched in gold
airbrushed in passion both strong and warm
then one day you died and left me to grow old
without your living light death took me by storm
Down to the bottom of the sea I went, slowly
like a sinking rock that never met cuvette
floating in amniotic fluid in my own  debris
I found that I had lost the diamond of my get;  
"Take  me in"  I asked the sea with whimper plea
but in its spewing foam I  sank more and more
sinking with despair I fell into the deep blue sea,  
recalling just how much I loved you, to the core.  

August 10, 2020
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