On a lone winter evening,
The sun dipped over the horizon,
Awaiting its blithe.
The sky thoughtful and desiderate.
The twinkling of the sky,
Will soon fly.
Heaven is propounded,
Human mind is disrupted.
The unsteady murmur of insects,
The shrill voices of people.
Exonerates the cold, fog sunken air.
The evening walls down along the harbour.
The moon mightier than ever,
Lusting it's magical glow.
On Fantasies and realities of the time.
Hereby the night flows,
From the courtyards of the rich,
To the rags of the of the woebgoene,
And the brok
Shall rise.
And rise, And rise,
And rise again,

On that lone winter evening.
-Arunav Hazarika

A pen a pen my little pen
Slowly, I took a little pen
To write a poem with a pen
A poem, to beautify my pen
It’s a bonafide my little pen

A bar-like, my woody pen
A new, and passion my pen
It’s a grey-hued and little pen
And, it has a green bark a pen
Quite soft to touch my only pen

It’s a sharpen, my little pen
An iroko wood made my pen
A yellow part covered a pen
It’s a red, strike on my pen
With a black, strike my pen

Its look like a bow my pen
To write a bit with my pen
Supple to draw on, my pen
Can be use as dotting pen
Enclosed no ink in my pen

A bit looks like my little pen
To write, like my little pen
To sketch well, like my pen
To beautify, like a baby pen
Not like my handsome pen

I look at the sky and wonder

Is it even real?

Is it even blue?

How can I understand what's real and what's not

If I can't even understand

Life

Soon as "life" goes by

What have I understand?

People say it washes away your pain
I suppose, even makes you happy
But only for limited time
When you get so high
After a point all there’s left to do is fall
Fall
Fall hard and get hit in the face with pain yet again,
even.
harder.
It’s a funny idea you’d think
Why get high if you only get hurt?
You see,
We would rather be able to enjoy slight happiness even if it means we fall,
Because at least we can say we left the bottom

Life is like an elevator.
Sometimes, we soar upwards to undreamed of heady heights.
While at other distinctly cheerless moments, we plunge downwards to plumb unenviable, new depths of sorrow, misfortune and woe.
So have no fear when you are inhabiting the valleys of your life's journey.
For sooner rather than later, you will be able to mend your severed wings and boldly take flight again with supreme self-assuredness.

The End

You teach me new things everyday
After food, for example, not to watch TV
News especially - the raucous uncontrollable melee
Of noise - for you it is time to cuddle and play

Living in the moment is
Another thing I learn
No matter how ugly the parting
In the morning
The evening is here
Glorious as an autumn tree
To jump and romp and see anew
As if we meet after a century

To be content with what you have
To be ready to face the word with a shudder
To be keen and bubbling
No matter what the occasion
There is so much to learn each day.

I see the beauty in your eyes
Like the cascading skies
The solitary rain came
Before the despairing pain
As your eyes lost glimmer
My world became dimmer
Grey and white
My eyes looked for purpose
Heart shattered into pieces
I roamed the boundaries of abyss
As my tears reminisced
Demons hissed in my ears
Cruel words of temptation

Forgive me my queen
As you left our princess in my hands
I'm sorry for my inadequacies
She looks more like you with each passing day
I look in the mirror and ask myself
Am I really good enough?

There was a Young girl Rose,
Who used to had a big nose;
Everytime  she lied,
Her nose became thrice,
Oh! That poor girl Rose