It’s my river,
Giving me the life
The sky is there on the other side,
Tears roll down from the sky
To my river
Feels the fathom
My river roars….
Bring tears like anything
The furious river breaks home,
Washes golden fields
Their dreams are shattered
……………
It’s the same river
This side is the heaven
We enjoy the beautifully setting sun
Searching out poems of life
Picnics, outing, retiring life,
Smiles, laughter and everything….
But
The sky on the other side,
It remains gloomy
May it be Majuli or Dhemaji
Dreams go away forever with the river
I cry for those dreams,
Curse my river
The same river…
That gives me life,
It’s my river still
And will always be!!

Outside the window
Where I sit by,
This tree is there,
“Rain tree” all call her;
I see how she smiles with rain
Ornamenting blossoms all over!!
I talk with her,
I weep with her,
I share all those ruminating stories
That I left behind.....
She smiles and nodes
She consoles and encourages
Through her greens and wilted leaves, abscised branches
I rest my soul
On those wide opened canopy
And let my emotions fly away......
The tree, the “Rain Tree”
Let me call her
“My Soul Tree!!”

I wish I have wings
Flapping and flapping
Leaping and propping
I would have gone searching

It’s so long
Since I have seen your smile
That shines to make me happy
Those eyes
That harbour an ocean of love
Behind the black spheres

It’s so long
Since I heard your whispers
In my ears
That brings a bouquet of smell
As earthy as the orchids blooming this spring

It’s so long
We have not sat together
Talking to the twigs
Singing with the breeze
All your songs,
Sweetened with the wrongs

I wish I have wings
Flapping and flapping
I would have gone searching
You and only you,
Today and tomorrow,
Morning and evening
Autumn and spring
Flying and flying…………………………!!