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Jayanta Apr 2014
Everyone is an island,
But everyone is trying to connect the island with the main land through a bridge!
Everyone is trying hard to get the soil to grow!
Thus, everybody is busy building their own viaduct!
They build it,
With their own materials of heart and soul!
But when storms come hearts are split and destabilized,
Some time liquefy in rain water!  And Bridges break down!
Again it is becoming an isolated island!
So, in the race of edifice,
Everyone is searching for material of strongest and vibrant heart,
To build the bridges sturdy and eternal!
But hearts are delicate and soluble to state of affairs of life,
So, it breaks and link fall down, and
Every one becoming island with its own soul!
………………………..however try to Connect love and humanity, people with people, otherwise contentment of life will disappear for ever ,   … Jayanta Kr Sarma
Jayanta Apr 2014
One of my friends asked me today,
“What is the value of your writing?
How much you get out of it?”
To me,
“I write, because I know, how to write!
I write, because some thought comes to my mind!
I write, because I want to share my thought!
I write, because my idea - your idea
together may develop our base of knowledge and value !
I write, because it will disseminate our acquaintance!
I write, because I love it!
I never write for power, money or immortality!
I never write for gain, deposit and credit!
I write to open myself to others and to get every ones inputs!
Jayanta Apr 2014
I was on the way to find out my destination,
It was a rugged terrain without shed of trees on the road side,
Burning Sun shine on the top of my head and
Stony patches below my foot,
On a junction of the two roads,
You came out!
With …..
“Generous green of forest in our face,
Deepest blue of ocean in your eyes,
Melodious wind of mountain valley on your hair and
Splendid light of the don on your smile”,
As if this new path after this junction
going to lead me to the nature’s own womb.
Conversely, when we face each other you asked
‘Who I am?’ and ‘where I am going to?’
I was surprised; no one poses such questions to me on this long walk,
But I have already comes a crossed the Security man with gun in their hand,
The Beggar with stony beggaring plate in their hand,
The Food vendors with hot food in their basket,
The Knowledge tycoon with bag of books on their shoulder,
The Political guardian with embryonic power in their muscle,
No one asked any thing!
Not even look at me!
Probably for them either ‘I was insignificant or invisible!’
But your questions,
Compel me to think about my identity,
I don’t have a search engine,
to take help  from  the world wide web of identity,
So, when observing you with sensors of Imagination, Emotion and Cognition,
I found my lost identity in you,
As your child everything rooted in you,
Than I started to walk with you
Just to get the aspiration of living planet and
To protect you from the spite of ownerships, rationality, consumerism,
and demonstrationist humanity.
But after a while,
Every one started to pose question,
“Who I am?”
“Why I am walking with you?”
“How I get the right to do so?”
Than I replied my scruples enlighten me to do so!
No one understands ‘what I replied?’
Now the Political guardian of the society starts a campaign,  
The knowledge baron prepared software for this operation,
The beggar and food vendor distributing the literature with illustrative interpretation,
That…..  
“People like me are threat to the society”!
“This is an evil force of our society”!
Tomorrow…..
The security man going to declare a ‘decree’ on
Emotion, Conscience, Humanity and Love.  □□
Jayanta Apr 2014
There is no colour in tears,
So, I cannot show how much tear flows in this ocean of torment,
Don’t know how one can able to make victory against this agony!
There is no colour in tears,
So, no one can identify which stream carries his/her tears
in this ocean of distress !
Only, every one can clutch the feeling of sorrow,
With a hope someday it will glide on to contentment!!
Jayanta Apr 2014
It was decided that,
Sun will shine,
Flowers will bloom,
Rivers will flow
and the Children’s of God will play around with smile!
But, it is not materialized!
Now, Sun is shine,   but it burns all the greens,
Flowers bloom, but it releases venom,
Rivers flows, but it creates an ocean of tears,
And all the children’s of god soar away,
In the qualms of devil’s children!
Devil’s predecessors are play around
with toxin in their hand !
Jayanta Apr 2014
When I started to learn Murisha1
You are in the step of Mattla2
You tell me that,
“Take up Makkaut3 and
Go for Bip'ba4” otherwise
“Their Jab'ba- gibir5Job'basha6  will come and
take you to their Job'ba7!”
I replied, “If I engage in Makkaut,
The jingle will mislay!”
You just giggle and
Said “Beersalang8” !
Now after the squall
Everything is vivid and emerald
The melody of Murisha
Strike on Borail
and thinning out to the entire Raji9!
The wave of music sometime drive away your Ri’kro10
And your chortle flows through Diyung to the valley! ■■■
N.B. Here some ‘Dimasa’ words are used. Dimasa is a hill tribe inhabited in the Dimahasau district of Assam in North-Eastern region of India. People’s long struggle for protection of indigenous identity and deprivation of common people from appropriate development some time creates unsteadiness in the area. But common peace loving people believe in brotherhood, love and pursuer of god in nature. Borail hill range- an extended part of Purbachal Himalaya and river Diyung are considered as the natural signifier of Dimasa cultural practices.      
Meaning of the specific word:
1. Small bamboo flute (a traditional musical instruments of Dimasa) ; 2. Young Girl; 3. A small instrument made of bamboo; 4. Hiding in forest; 5. Mad after war; 6. Warrior; 7. War; 8. Foolish; 9. Village; 10. Small
Jayanta Apr 2014
We are waiting for your blessing
Come and wash away
Filthy strains of development
Perk up our streams and river
Transmit your energy, melody and vigour  
Craft everything vivid, green and elated!
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