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!

Staying alone means talking with the self
Staying alone means reviewing the past
Staying alone means scanning the identity
Staying alone means recounting the plummet of felony
Staying alone means recovering the stolen glee  
Staying alone means invigorating yesterday
Staying alone means get ready for tomorrow!

(I)

She had a dream to fly,
Fly to high!
Her teacher said that
‘Education is power and
Power can help in turn up the dream’!
So, she pursues it by spirit and mind!

All of a sudden everything change,
River spark up and everything trash out!
She is became alone
others are move away with water!

They bring her to their steeple
Now she rinse their cloths and utensil !  
In secrete read the paper, what they discarded
But don’t add power
Only buried her dream under the dry soil
Soggy with her tears!

(II)

I want to grow
But they put me inside!

I want to play
But they tied me with armlet!

I want to dance
But they fixed me with norms!

I want run behind the butterfly
But they keep on plagiarize!

I want to count the star in the sky
But they make me sightless!  

I want to make mosaic of dream on my slate
But they covert me to a string-puppet!

Now they want to put me in showcase
To auction me!

But, I have taken a vow,
‘I will break this showcase and
Built my own way to grow’!
  

(III)

At that time I was in my mother’s cradle!
My mother was flying away from the village
Keep me in under her shawl!
She was running through the forest
Climb over the hill
Cross the wet land.....
Want go far away from our village..

They are supposed to come on that night
And **** her!
Because   they liable her as witch!

My mother flies away from the village and
settled in rugged land in the mix of stranger!

Now I am twenty two,
Nobody wants to marry me  
Since, I was bringing up in a witch womb!  □□

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!

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 “

You come and
Surprisingly change everything!

You come to replace scorching aflame of daylight,
You come with thunder and wind;
Out of fear,
Tears come out from the sky!

We say
You are coming to visit your mother’s place!

We always wait for your visit
Because, your energy and plummeting forces
Not only wreckage but it set up the ground for creation!

We call you ‘Bordoichila’
The butterfly
Who dance and fly with vigour,
Distribute our individual wishes to others
to complete the progression for creation !

You are our adored sister,
The butterfly dancer!

We always wait for you
to dance with you
in the festival of spring!

It is a call for ‘social isolation’
to make ‘social distance’ far-reaching
Isolate the self and searching for self!

So, lock the gate from inside
And Lock the main door!
Confined myself at house!
Try to find myself in the space within!
Searching for the self!

Searching self in the gadgets of communication
Unable to find out the absolute self …
It is Relative!
Relative to space and time ….
At point becoming invisible!
Question arises
“Whether invisibility link to infinity?”

Now, it is started to rain,
Sound of raindrops on the rooftop
Remind me
‘you are not alone’!

In-between ponder on
  ‘Existence of infinity’
“An infinite temporal regress of events is an actual infinite”……
“An infinite temporal regress of events cannot exist”!

‘Infinite cannot exist’,
Self is not infinite
It is miniscule!

Then,
“What is about sense of singularity
Individuality, or self-sameness?”
Is it there!

It is
Confronted with question of identity
In the world where flexibility expected
As virtue and
Accelerating change transfuses in society!

It is the call for ‘social isolation’
To make ‘social distance’ far-reaching
Searching self and
Answering who am I?
ﬦﬦﬦ

“Observe and listen to nature,
it will guide you to lead our life”
*
Give up your greed
Search out the need
Design your deed
In the way
Where nature meets!
*
Go by the way of nature
the ultimate creature
Give you pleasure!

Who will talk now with common man gesture?
Who will give message now about humour and giggle of life?
Who will play the character now which can rejuvenate farmer’s dream?
We miss you,
In all occasion of acuity to animate!  
But we will carry your message of humour and giggle of life
To invigorate and survive,
Lead towards simplicity and acuity!  
Hope you will be there in golden paddy field,
In the blue river,
In green mountain
To remind us  
About humour and simplicity of life!

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'!

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!

Our world is small
We sense content with little,
We are very small in this paradise of god!

We know simply ‘how take care of sheep’
and we moved around in search their food,
Because when they become happy and grow
They bless us to prosper!

People call us nomad!
But we are concern about the life with us!

When summer approach and snow started to melt,
Green covers spread out on the mountain valley,
We moved from the river valley
And spent the summer there-
to cater the need of our adored friends.

  
When snow starts to melt down,
We come down.


Now things are changing!
Last year we were divested.
*
We gather the information
from river water
about snow melting;
and moved ahead.

But without warning,
thunders come with snow followed by downpour
We have lost our children and many great friends,
Every one suffers!

Don’t know ‘why weather deceives us’?

You asked me,
“What work I like most?”

Really interesting question!
No one asked me till date.
Really difficult to answer!
What should I say …..

If I say caring child,
When they grow up they are independent self,
I can’t say they are my mirror,
They are individual with own stream of aspiration!
*
If I say household course
It is for the members not for me alone
No body appreciate! Put Complain!
*
If I say cooking
It is not for self
For the members
After their banqueting
I got the opportunity to eat!

If I say agriculture
It is not for self
It is for the member
No one consult me what to cultivate!
No one consult me when to harvest!
No one consult when harvested will sale out!
However, asked for my labour!

If I say, weaving
Outcome is sale out
Support the member
No one appreciate
Purchase only!

What should I say …….
Very very difficult …….!
Still searching a work of my heart and sole
Only to reflect “who am I”!

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!

Sometime it flyaway to the sky
Passing through enclosure of cloud!
Sometime it climbs through the ladder of hope with wind
Reach in the peak of dream for eloquence of love....
Love for self.....life.... people....land and soil..........!
Sometime it swims in the ocean of felony and transgression
Searching gone astray   generosity and candour!
Consistently it is vivacious and brings new notion to ponder!
Sometime it coverts contemplation to allure
Allure to aspiration
Aspiration to act upon
Then to poignant feat with great ecstasy!

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’!

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!!

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!!