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Jayanta Feb 2016
There is a transect from colour to colourless,
There is a traversing from sunup to sunset!
A track from vividness to lifelessness!
*
Morning brings colour to life
Birds sign and fly, hark back splendour of work,
Butterfly invigorate redden of existence
Existence of life in the doodle nature
Every one blossom for breathing!
*

But we are waiting for dusk
Becoming everything murky
Than eliminate nature from life
Carnage everything with our manliness
and swollen with pride!
1.6k · Apr 2014
Bridge to the island!
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
1.5k · Sep 2015
Squall for creation
Jayanta Sep 2015
Squall comes in due to differences of pressure
Evolved by temperature,
But when it appears everything reformed to neutral
Calmness creates new ground for creation.
So they always tell that squall is required for creation
Because new creation evolved after destruction.
Let’s pray for squall
To wipe out the felony and annoyance
To prepare the ground for creation!
1.5k · May 2014
Rajmao’s Water
Jayanta May 2014
It was belongs to Rajmao.
She used come with her group of assistant,
Walk around on the bank in the morning.

Some time,
Sit on the bank and
observed the water.

When it is sand still,
She said, ‘ it is not a good sign, nature is dynamic and changing’,
When the big tortoise came over the bank and sit,
She said, ‘ god send him to observed us’,
When fishes run and jump in the water,
She said, ‘they remind us joy of struggle, continuity for future’!

She used to offer a pair of Betelnut leaf with a Betelnut  to the water and
Pray, make everyone gracious, prudent and human to served for betterment of all.
Then she goes into the water and
deep into it , twice or thrice
to washed away all the pompous sticks on her heart and soul,
acquire lots of endurance and audacity to taking care for all.

That was a time,
When Rajmao came,
Everything elated by her touch and care,
Grasses grows with vigour,
Lotus in the water smiles with esteem,
Grasshopper dances around her with adore,
Standing Bamboo spread up their umbrella
To protect her from Sunshine with admiration and worship!

When she came
Everything was invigorated and stimulating!
Now only water is there
Full with stains of our time
and it is step forward for turn down!
In the name Rajmao Pukhuri
Rajmao – Mother of King; Pukhuri- Pond
Assam was under Ahom rule for sixty decades; they instituted great care for nature and people. Kings mother was considering as the wisest women of the state. The pond Rajmao pukhuri located at present Jorhat town was used by Rajmao . Narrations were based on different stories continued among the people of the locality, who feel proud of this heritage water body.
1.4k · Jun 2014
Tale of an Island
Jayanta Jun 2014
We live in a small place,
In the midst of river,
Encircled by water
People said that
‘It is a largest river island’.

We call it
‘Majuli’!
Land placed
At centre!

There was a time
When,
Our life were self contain
With nature and culture!
But, almighty probably
Do not like it!

Inundation gradually shifted to floods,
Small strike of water on land
Converted strike of wild waves
Land takes away,
Crops started to damage,
People lost their land,
Water on the ground and beneath decline,
Water in well poisoned,
Our tradition cut loose!

The farmer......
The potter......
The craftsman......
The fisherman........
The weaver...........
The...........
All are migrated
To the island with concrete
and mock matter
In search of livelihood!

Those who are here
Like us,
Still waiting
With a hope, that
Almighty will change its mind,
‘Bless us!’
Again we will
Perform ‘Sinha- Jatra’ of
Post-modern era!
On the occasion of World Environment Day. Celebrated on 5th June. This year focal theme is “Small Island and Climate Change”.
‘Majuli’ is island located in the midst of river Brahmaputra in Assam, India. It was a heritage point of nature and culture; hub of Baisnobaite  (Sankari) religious and  cultural practices with numbers of cultural complexes. The rich nature nurtures the rich heritage of culture and people. But from several decades the island is facing threats of nature and people lost their valuable assets and livelihood. Moreover, ongoing weather and climatic anomalies divested the situation with crop failure, water crisis, and sudden divested floods. Moreover, in larger area ground water is contaminated with arsenic.  
There is need of strategic focus approach in the area for climate change adaptation and resilience planning.  

‘Sinha –Jatra’- first Assamese Bhauna (theatre).
1.4k · Jan 2015
Waiting for a makeover!
Jayanta Jan 2015
Waiting from a long interlude of life
en route for heed the hymn of eternity,  
Searching from a extended period
Au fait with a phizog of humanity,
Budge for makeover from sterility of life to nature’s tranquillity!
1.4k · Apr 2014
Give back my time!
Jayanta Apr 2014
Please repay me
My childhood!
I want to listen
My lost assonance in my mother’s enunciation!
To refresh myself with melody of eternity!

Please bestow me
My childhood!  
I want collect dew from the leaf!
To amass nature’s blessing!

Please confer me
My childhood!
I want to flee my kite to perpetuity and
mist in the hallowed invisibility!
Remembering my childhood days out of materiel world
1.4k · Jul 2020
In the midst of vagueness
Jayanta Jul 2020
Vagueness encircled
Fragmented aspiration!
Vagueness crafted
Fadeout the dream of living!
Vagueness designed
Slaughter the humanity!
Vagueness contrived
Maneuver division!
Vagueness persuaded
Project masculinity!
Vagueness indorsed
Homicide creation.
1.4k · May 2014
In the name of tourney
Jayanta May 2014
She is tourney,
Everyone is pat by her,
Masked man and women are in hasten
For her ………
Under the mask everyone is afraid
But their mask portrays the valour….
A chimera, a phony intrepidness……
Implore for cupidity, majestic   canard …..
….. through branding …..!
Everyone is cover-up by masked branding and
skirmishing in the name of tourney !
1.4k · Mar 2020
Receipt voucher
Jayanta Mar 2020
It is the supply
Receipt of the followings
Ecological security,
Social and emotional security, and  
Economic security!
These supply are conditional
With the followings
Passion for naturalism and nature stewardship,
Care for humanism,  
Ready to co-exist with diversity,
And minimalism!
Total Cost for supply is
World with stable equilibrium linking to steady state
With additional taxes for negative externalities
And subsidy for positive externalities!
Receipt from mother earth
1.3k · May 2014
Transition
Jayanta May 2014
Childhood** – a splendid mirror with delight
Adolescent- a turn-off in the way for experimentation  
Youth – an unsettled spout with wave for new
Middle age – thrash about to balance and maintained
Old age - dissipate between old and new with game of recall!
In the memories of interaction with Chakrovorty Sir of Arikuchi, Hajo ,Kamrup, Assam,India in 2012
1.3k · May 2014
Tughami
Jayanta May 2014
When they move towards
Wind impels over the
Bamboo groves and
A thunderous sound spread over
Everyone scare........
They come to take share of harvest,
They are branded as Tughami  !
**Every one disquiet and pray to almighty!
*Tughami*– a *Sema Naga* word means spirit of nature. *Sema Naga* is tribes inhabited mainly in Nagaland of India. Among this group there is believe that after the harvesting when wind started (it is usually common in North Eastern Part of India from second half of February to First Part of April) blow (as because most of their homestead area is border with crop field are bordered Bamboo groves) people heed a sound over Bamboo Groves, they believes that  *Tughami* come to take share of harvest, because only because of mercy of Tughami they can able get good harvest. So, they respect it, put some crop near to Bamboo groves (which support the wild life) and pray to god at that time. Practice was shared by the villagers of *Pherema* of Nagaland in last January, when I visited the place.
1.3k · Apr 2015
On the cross road
Jayanta Apr 2015
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 demonstrations 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.
1.3k · Apr 2014
Plea for rain
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!
1.2k · May 2014
From the land of misery
Jayanta May 2014
It was tumble day,
Everyone derailed from the pathway,
Compassion crackdown
Candor breakdown,
Sharpen weapon dance around,
Blaze with blood swell and hound,
Everyone tight-lipped, morose and
buried in the ground!

Everyone break up,
Neighbor lash out on neighbor's face  
Slug of identity
build the way to kindness crackdown!
Here, instead of human
Only the crows are crawling around!
It is relay pathetic, when  one group of people killing others in the name safe guarding identity. Who's identity? What identity? When unable to understand their own identity as human!
1.2k · Jan 2022
Place of perpetual wind
Jayanta Jan 2022
It is a place of abode to eternity
Everything is vivacious and startling
With the blessing of almighty!

Nature creates its own mystic presence
With its vigor and extensiveness
To make it generous!

Everything resembles with our life and its process
Inspire and embolden to lead the life!

In the end we return to the place
In search of eternal peace!

It is a place of perpetual wind
We call it ‘Balpakram’ !
Inspired by the traditional cultural believes of Garo tribal community of Garo Hills of Meghalaya, India. Literal meaning of Balpakram is place of perpetual wind in Garo language.  As per Garo traditional cultural believes Balpakram is a sacred place where human soul rest after the death for eternal peace. Garo people also practice conservation in their villages in the forms of sacred grooves, village forest and community reserve.
Balpakram is now a National Park in South Garo Hills district of Meghalaya, India. The forest covers the canyon-gorges and plateau with vivid existence of limestone, woodlands, and grass land and water bodies. It is the habited of Asian Elephant, Red Panda, Sambar Deer, Barking . Deer, Tiger, Leopard, Clouded Leopard etc. It is also enriched with diversity of flora including the Pitcher plant.
1.2k · Mar 2015
Gala for concord
Jayanta Mar 2015
We are obliged to almighty  
For our food and shelter!

We are gratified our supreme
Who caring us
From the infinity of sky,
From the top of mountain,
From the intimate green of forest,
From the profound blue of water
For our vigour and glee!

Let us come up to  
Sprawling green under the unwrapped sky  
Craft it an asylum
For all of us
Implore to fortitude of Boori Boot
To live together!

Let us rejoice in concert
For spring and new cycle of harvest!
Boori Boot is a festival celebrated by Hill-Miri –tribe of Upper Subansiri and Lower Subansiri district of Arunachal Pradesh, India in the month of February. Boori Boot in local Hill- Miri dialect means to get together irrespective of caste, creed, age and *** to celebrate the arrival of spring. Another aspect of this festival is that people pray to the spirit of Boori Boot so that it blesses them with prosperity and frees them from diseases.
1.2k · May 2014
Heed for the harbinger
Jayanta May 2014
People treat them as the ‘symbol of prosperity’,
Everyone is concerned with their habitat and dictate.
Their forefather told them,
“they are our old friend;
they nurture our land and trees
and help us to get bits and pieces for our endurance!”
They treat them as the symbol of opulence and
take care for their subsistence,
Share their terrain with the harbinger of lustre hope!
Dedicated to the villagers of Silbagiri of Garo-hills of Meghalaya, India, the Garo community living in the village consider Hoolock Gibbon as the symbol of prosperity of the village. They protecting the habitat of Hoolock Gibbon within their village territory as scared forest and take care for them.
1.2k · Sep 2016
Link in
Jayanta Sep 2016
They said
“You are different now!”
I told them – it is the rule of nature,
But I am carrying hardly
One percent difference;
Rest was set by the spiral code,
My base is also ninety nine percent same as of you!
They laughed and replied life is link in the spiral network
Our base was designed on sugar and phosphorus!
1.2k · May 2014
Two stanza of protest
Jayanta May 2014
(I)
Safe our Meriramew
It is propelled
Towards the ground
Clogged it, otherwise, rupture our Meriramew.
(II)
Tone of life  
When you shine everything become dazzling
and when you Whinge
only twill of murkiness spread over!
‘Meriramew’ is a Khasi word; means mother Earth. These are the expression of  torment common Khasi Man and women who protest against illegal mining, unwanted sprawling of developmental displacement.
Jayanta Apr 2014
It is a temple
Where we pray and learn!

It is an abode
Where we congregate and share!

It is a garden
Where everyone blossom!

It is a bastion of contemplation
Each of us sanctify with thought!

It is foliage
Reflects our friendship and wisdom!

It is a castle
Where we find out our hymn to lead a life!

It is a stream
Still flowing and giving elixir of life!
Dedicated to the days of Indian Institute of Forest Management (IIFM), to our teacher, class mate and fellow friends.
1.2k · Nov 2014
Levy to lead a life
Jayanta Nov 2014
It is began with cry
and end with cry!
But everything filled in between
With the thrash about a quest
to accomplish glee and sanity!
If it is engaged as
the journey through breezy
Swept of right and might!
It is the
Levy to lead a life!
1.2k · Jun 2014
Superseded
Jayanta Jun 2014
There are some coins in my pocket
Market asserts that ‘these are outdated’!

There are some pictures in my home
Viewer affirms these are antiquated!

There are some books in my library
Visitors avow these are passé!

There are some thought
Carrying with me,
Like, ‘world without edge for politics,
human out of religion,
people in matching pace and spirit,
to craft the globe to a village’!
But, everyone asserts these are archaic!

There some fruits in my store
But ,  people confirmed
These are perish and putrid!

Comprehend now only
My period is run out
I am outmoded in the freshness of the world!
1.1k · Apr 2014
Infringement
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 !
1.1k · Feb 2017
Direction of follow
Jayanta Feb 2017
Wind flow in the direction
As pressure directed it!
Water flows in the direction
As gravitation directed it!
We follow the direction
As inner voice directed!
1.1k · Feb 2017
Dream to sail
Jayanta Feb 2017
Try to sail my boat on the river
With a ……
dream to reach the Ocean
thawed in the immensity
and wane the self in verve of azure!
*
But when started to sail
Water ways displaced by sand-casting,
Stuck-up and waiting
Waiting to wane in verve of timelessness sapphire!
Sail, dream, azure, sapphire water way
1.1k · May 2014
Land mark
Jayanta May 2014
The way to our home
Crosses through
Six landmarks,
A marriage hall,
A primary school,
A children’s park,
A beauty parlour,  
A temple and
A cemetery.

They always remind us
Stages of our life,
Ecstasy of life,
Commitment and cooperation,
Effort to meet the divine
and ultimate
Destination!
1.1k · Mar 2015
Evoke the preeminent
Jayanta Mar 2015
Why you recall the grief and falling word,
Forget what they thought and said,  
Which restraint your spirit and rush scorch,
Retain the best and beautiful moment with people and nature
Smile and fly as butterfly did!
evoke, smile, fly
1.1k · May 2014
Incisive sight
Jayanta May 2014
Searching it day and night,
Week after week,
Month after month,
.....................

Searching it on the  bank of river,
On the beach of ocean,
On the top of mountain,
In the nest of birds,
In the copious temple,
In the flaming light of cremation ground,
.............................
Unable to trace out!
I am still searching.........

Unable to envisage......
...................... I have lost
Don’t know
Where, how and when,
........

Please look into it......
May be it is in your neighbourhood....

It is as deep like the eye of Deer,
It is as poignant like the dancing grasshopper,
It is worn-out like a fallen leaf,
.........................

Please look into it........
Now witnessing everything through hired spectacle,
So, everything is gloomy and encircled by darkness...

I have lost my spectacle.....
Please look into it.......
If you find out ...............
Please send it .....................
Through rain and wind ........
To my new home in sky ..........
1.1k · Dec 2014
Feeble depiction
Jayanta Dec 2014
There was a day,
When,
Water is flowing across hills to the valley
With the water, wave of sound is scrolling
melody of song and dance
Sprawl from hills to plains
everything glint up
‘Hoi la lia.... hoi la lai ..... ‘!
Rivers said to its people
In the hills “Barat’ is going on
Their women are determined to safe their nature and children!
Winds are blowing
From valley to the hills
In the wintery evening
Everything drenched by the aroma of new rice
The winds also carry the hum of ‘Mai Pathala’
Hills said to its people
Their young men are processing harvested paddy!
Now?
“Only sterile hills are there
Only sluggish waters are there”
People?
They are weeping around
for land, water and food.
‘Barat’ and ‘Mai Pathala’are two specific activities associated with Tiwa tribal communities of Assam,India. ‘Barat’ is rituals where women go fasting and praying to almighty for the safety and security of nature and their fallow members of the family. After the break of fasting a celebration is organized where everyone sing and dance. Mai Pathala’ is process of separating rice grain for its plants , where paddy with plants are arraigned on earthen floor above which young boy sing and dance . Ultimately owners are happy and new paddies were collected safely.
1.1k · Nov 2014
Quest
Jayanta Nov 2014
Searching for a treasure
....  since the childhood to youthful
Now in the stage to depart.....  !

Searching .....
in the wooded forest......
..... yellow paddy field.......
..........crystal water of river......
........rugged terrain of mountain.......
...........Springy coast ...........................
......... in the head, heart and hand of man and women ....
...... in the street .... in the houses.....
....... in the houses of decision makers .....
.... in the policy paper.......
..... in the papers of plan and model....
....... in the balance sheet .........
.... for a fixed as well as liquid asset... !

Searching for the
Treasure ........
Full with kindness ...........
.....  broad brotherhood ......
...... nuptial of peace and humanity...
....... Sparkling smile........ !
*


But, in this quest....
before now worn-out year after year.......
Only smog, dust, distrust..........
Spread over......
Snuffle of ocean spill over .......;
Albeit..........
Searching for
Our cache of happiness...
to make this world..........
Pulsate with smiles!!
happiness, kindness, peace, smiles, quest, searching,
1.0k · Nov 2014
Gala for guest
Jayanta Nov 2014
It is the time of celebration
for the Good health of our guest!
They arrive at our village a week back,  
Now they are roaming around  
Over the sprawling wetland and grass land
With joy and shindig,
Their call makes everything melodic and wonderful!  
Everyone is happy
They said that
“Visit of the guest indicates there
will be good weather in next summer” !
So they will celebrate for the good health of honey guest
in next full moon night
though   God’s own way !
It is dedicated to the villagers of North East India who take care and celebrate the visit of migratory bird to their villages in winter.
1.0k · Feb 2017
Shadow
Jayanta Feb 2017
Shadows are black
Darkness encompass around;
Shadows stand opposite to bright
Where opaqueness block the light!
Darkness of self
Encompasses with transgression;
Craft the shadow
Snag with off beam;  
Brighter exertion fade-out!
Obscurity of shadow
Remain in recollections!
1.0k · May 2014
Understanding 'Lei Wah'
Jayanta May 2014
Oh! 'Lei Wah'!
Absolve me!
Now I understand,
‘It is better to stay by!’
You are like a breeze
Your hair wave over like a brook!
‘It is better to stay by!’
Your eyes are drizzle from profundity
Your fingers spread over
in search of elixir of life!
‘It is better to stay by!’
Your smile blossom as contentment  
and call diviner  to  shield  future!  
So, 'it is better to stay by'!
Lei Wah is a Khasi word, meaning River Spirit. Khasi are the inhabitant of Meghalya state of India. There is a saying, in Khasi  -“U Khasi u im bad ka mariang, bad ka mariang ka im bad u”.( A Khasi lives with nature and nature lives with him)
1.0k · Sep 2016
Rain instill gaiety
Jayanta Sep 2016
Today takes a bath in rain
Feel it wash away my sins!
Toady takes a bath in rain
Feel it wash away my stains!
Today takes a bath in rain
Feel it wash away my ascendance!
Today takes a bath in rain
and rain  instill gaiety in me!
Jayanta Apr 2014
You build an image
with Soil, Water, Air, Fire and Life;
I call it nature!
You said, “No!”
“It is an image of an individual,
Like God,
Not an association of many individual!”
Than I reply,
“Individuals without an association,
Do not have any existence”!
“Each one is connected with other,
Tied in a web to craft the concord of existence,
And to engineered the identity!
On this web of relationship and interdependence!”
Like “I exist, because you exist!”, or
“You exist, because I exist!”
In God’s own word,
“It is Nature!”
Moreover to me, “God exist, because nature exist”
So, “Nature is GOD” and “GOD is an association”.□□□
979 · Apr 2014
You can’t impede me!
Jayanta Apr 2014
I was meanders over this land;
Bring essence of life,
Spreading blessing of earth
to make your land fertile!

Kings were traveled through my torso,
Solders moved through us,
to defend your land!

Once you feel that I am liable
for your sorrow and tears!
You wedge our thoroughfare,
I am becoming torpid!
You were becoming proud,
That you can able to controlled me
and limit your struggle!

In reality you are trying hard till date to **** me!  
But still now, I am waiting,
To meet my soul mate and my sister!

I am trying hard to gather energy
to reach my adored waiting there!
This time,
When I will start my journey,
Whatever there on my way,
I will conquer it!

This time,
You can’t stop me!!
There was a river called Kalong flowing through Nagaon, Morigaon and Kamrup district of Assam, India. Kalong starts its journey from mighty Brahmaputra and flowing through valleys (of three districts) and again meet Brhmaputra along with another river Kapili in the same spot. In post independent India, planners were becoming blind with power and half learned knowledge of technology, tamed the river at its source, in the name of flood control and irrigation. This exercise stopped the flow of water through the river channel and water for irrigation is becoming a distant dream for the farmer. But the hydrological   and seismological situation of the region indicates Kalong will revive one day and it will create its own path again; but nobody knows what will happened to villages and towns developed on its old path.
969 · Jun 2015
Let the Air to impel!
Jayanta Jun 2015
Let the air to blow
Cool down the indoor
Drive away whiff of wreckage
Waft away dart of rudeness and snobbery  
Make everything fresh and divine  
To begin the new days in tranquillity!
963 · Nov 2016
Colour of life
Jayanta Nov 2016
We relate everything to colour!
Red directed us to Sun
Blue directed us to water
Yellow directed us to Soil
Green directed us to Vegetation
and white directed us to Sky !
*
These are basic to our life.
Red bid with energy!
Blue hold with trust and commitment!
Yellow rapt with happiness!
Green engrossed with freshness and fertility!
and White immersed with purity and divinity!
*
Anyone who born is associated with
one of  these colour!
We preferred for marriage of Yellow and green
and everything resemble to white when die!
Based on the interpretation of Mr Tashi Dorzi Thougan of Rupa, Arunachal Pradesh- India, who interpreted about colour in the life of Sherdukpen community of Arunachal Pradesh)
Jayanta May 2018
Something wrong somewhere?
River is supposed to carry water not silt!
It supposed to bless us with water and humus!
But not with sandcasting!

Something wrong somewhere?
Forest is supposed to encompass us with diversity of fortune not with weeds!
It supposed to bless with wilderness of life and opportunity to learn relationship
But not with generation of threat and depreciation!  

Something wrong somewhere?
Road supposed to provides us way to transfer,
Transfer of goods and services of our toil
Transfer of knowledge, idea and skills for betterment!
Not to transfer all the venom of destruction!
Destruction of nature, culture and people!

Something wrong somewhere?
Ruler suppose take position for welfare of all
Not for material gain, congregation of power and arriving at fame!

Something wrong somewhere?
People supposed to stand by the people in joy and in misfortune!
Suppose to stand for brotherhood and posterity
But not to abuse and overthrow!

Something wrong somewhere in the commencement
We unable to learn
‘How to learn and make decision!’
Because every decision spoils our dream, robbed our mammon of life!

Something wrong somewhere
Need to start it again from the beginning!
919 · Apr 2014
You can’t impede me!
Jayanta Apr 2014
I was meanders over this land;
Bring essence of life,
Spreading blessing of earth
to make your land fertile!

Kings travelled through my torso,
Solders moved through us,
to defend your land!

Once you feel that I am liable
for your sorrow and tears!
You wedge our thoroughfare,
I am becoming torpid!
You were becoming proud,
That you were able to control me
and limit your struggle!

In reality you are trying hard  to **** me!  
But still, I am waiting,
To meet my soul mate and my sister!

I am trying hard to gather energy
to reach my adored waiting there!
This time,
When I will start my journey,
Whatever there on my way,
I will conquer it!

This time,
You can’t stop me!!
There was a river called Kalong flowing through Nagaon, Morigaon and Kamrup district of Assam, India. Kalong starts its journey from the colossal Brahmaputra and flowing through valleys (of three districts) and again meet Brhmaputra along with another river Kapili in the same spot. In post independent India, planners were becoming blind with power and half learned knowledge of technology, tamed the river at its source, in the name of flood control and irrigation. This exercise stopped the flow of water through the river channel and water for irrigation is becoming a distant dream for the farmer. But the hydrological   and seismological situation of the region indicates Kalong will revive one day and it will create its own path again; but nobody knows what will happened to villages and towns developed on its old path.
908 · May 2014
Pray for her
Jayanta May 2014
When she gets ill
Everything disordered;
Light and warmth amend,
Day and night differ,
Breeze   revolutionize,
Everything dismayed!

When she gets ill
Everyone distressed;
Rivers and streams waste away,
Birds are becoming shove,
Flowers desiccated,
Crops shrunken,  
Everything dirtied!

When she gets ill
Murkiness delimited us,
Our aspiration and potency endanger;
  Let’s pray for her resurgence!
899 · May 2014
Saga of Ponnaiyar
Jayanta May 2014
It is Ponnaiyar
Flowing to the Bay Bengal
and carries all dire rumour
Make everything fine and fertile!

This is our sprawling land
Our father painted on it with their soul and blood,

There was a time,
When their crop field remain pour.....  
without our slog.....

Over the years .......
Many water flows through Ponnaiyar......

Now they don’t called us
to transplant their paddy ..

Now they don’t called us
to harvest their paddy....

Now they don’t called us
to harvest their Sugarcane......

Now they love their machine,

Over the years ....
Many water flows through Ponnaiyar.......

My mother once asked ‘who develop machine?’
I replied, ‘Scientist ‘..........
She said ‘they are selfish’.............

Over the years
Many water flows through Ponnaiyar..........

Now we travel around,
and hunt for  living..............

Ponnaiyar still flowing to the Bay of Bengal
and caries the memo of our grief and struggle.....
In memories of Adibasi people of  Uchimedu village of Pondicherry. In my visit to the area in last week got an opportunity to visit the village and talk to different Adibasi families, Jagon a local Adibasi youth who help me in the interaction. It is very difficult to forget people’s struggle and their fight to achieve dignity.
Ponnaiyar is a river of Southern India, started from of Nandidurg hill of Karnataka and flows to Bay of Bengal.
891 · Feb 2016
Miscall
Jayanta Feb 2016
There was a miscall
When called back
Only weeping was there  
then it was end!

There was a miscall
When called back
Only anguish was uttered
then switch off!

There was a miscall
When called back
Only hilarity was overt
then it was disconnect!

There was a miscall
When called back
Divinity replied
“good time is approaching towards you”
Suddenly call was dropped!

Try to call again and again
but line remains busy!

So, waiting for the miscall!
877 · Sep 2016
You enslaved me!
Jayanta Sep 2016
I was blossomed
With the blessing of mountain and rivers,
Grasses cover me
My friends sheltered in my fold!
But you didn’t like them!
My muscle and flesh
Capture water,
Release it for you  
Through the conduit of nature
With stored nutrient!
But you didn’t consider my contribution!
You didn’t selvage you’re thought with me!
You create your dream model
Without me!
Actually you act like
Savage to ruin me!
You enslave me!
Jayanta Jun 2015
A-   ‘Dusk roofed me!’
B- ‘No! You are in Blister Effect!’
*
A- ‘Why?’
B- ‘Two penumbras overlap!’

A -   ‘What?’
B- ‘You are in wider sources of light!’

A – ‘Then what?’
B – ‘It attracts and unites!’
       *

A – ‘But umbra is there!’
B – ‘It is with everyone, you can’t confiscate!’
‘It will hark back about nimbus- to shower – dispense water’!
Shadow of light is there throughout our life! But, it always compelled us to sense!  Sense the radiance and darkness of life! Ultimately nurture everyone’s creativity! It is dedicated to all the creative people who dispense water for life through their work and facilitate other to grow in their way!
850 · Apr 2014
Melody of Murisha
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 Sep 2015
Someone observe darkness on the edge of the territory
Where our turret is located;

Everyone looking into it for decoding,
Decoding the darkness of our bastion and territory;
Talk shows are going on...
Everyone is quarrelling with their own view point...  
One is trying to profess.... ‘darkness emerging for a new embryonic......’
Another one counter act.... ‘darkness means light don’t penetrate ...
... how can you expect some new without stroke of light .........?’
In between someone tweet ... ‘as they behave differently we call them dark....’
Another tweet comes in .......... ‘it is not baryonic.........
.......try to assess the mass..... You will get the answer....’  
Debate goes on
Anchor asked for a break

Add comes in.....
..... illuminating the results of health drink to spout brilliance...
two and four wheelers run on.... as if going to search darkness in cosmos....

Put off the TV.......
Stand in the balcony......
Street light elucidate the road....
As if, try to cover up the darkness with gloss....
One pedestrian coming back from a wine bar.......
......and outcry.....
..... all of you are sinner......
Don’t cover up this with light and gloss
Let it be dark as dark matter
Where
Stolen light and gloss unable to penetrate.....
..... let it be remain in the history as murky.....

Night bird crossed the light post ....
....and strike a chord to everyone that deepness of night is growing...
Back to bed room  
Laying in bed and put off the eyes expecting a new morning.....
797 · Dec 2014
Chase of life
Jayanta Dec 2014
There is a turning point on the road
Where three different roads are connected to a point
One lead to holiness of eternity,
One is towards wisdom to explore through vocation,
and another one is towards world of embryonic market
to eat, drink and muddle!  
We are standing on this turning point
from a historic past,
Searching and researching
to identify the apt way to step forward...
Probably it is the great chase of life.
Based on the interpretation of Mr Changse Kanglom about life and its discourses. Mr Kanglong is village priest of Dihing Kinar Nocte Village, Assam, India a habitation of Nocte tribal community.
787 · May 2014
Tête-à-tête
Jayanta May 2014
Forerunner asked
“Can you assess how much water is
there in the mountain and air?”

The aficionado of deconstruction said,
“Yes! It is not complicated;
If you drain everything through a conduit,
It is easy to measure!
So, model it and run the model!”

Forerunner enquire,
“Are you going to build a conduit
as a signifier of your existence?”

The addict of ember to exhibitionism replies
“Display the ability of tools and skill you have,
Put up the silhouette and blown up shadow,
Then wreck up when underway to allegory,
Deconstruct, search and measure!”

Forerunner smile and
Stroll away and murmurs
“Everything relative, go by the way of nature “
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