Category Archives: Poetry

Don’t Hang Your Shoes Yet

Be in a place,
Where you can speak your mind.

Take part in a show,
Where you can portray your best.

Find a reason,
That wakes you every morning with vigor and zest.

And for such reasons,
Don’t hang your shoes yet,
never quit the show,
enjoy the journey and stay.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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You Touch Me In Many Ways

You render your pneuma’s vista,
Panoramic and deep,
like a mirage beyond anyone’s reach.

And your thoughts,
untouched and pure,
like the early morning dew reposing on a faraway hill.

You are fierce like the deep blue ocean,
Calm like the snow-clad Alps,
Free like the soaring eagle,
And bold like some gushing gale.

You are the oasis in a rugged terrain,
Fragrance of some flowery bloom,
The hope of a better tomorrow,
And brightness in any dreadful gloom.

And with a soul so brave,
You touch me in many ways.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Escape

The tremors of the torrent rain,
bellowing wind with a constant bane,
Escalating pain forming monstrous trolls,
broken dreams and restless souls.

Nature’s caper, ironic and cruel,
life in despair, a dubious world.

The homes built with affection and warmth,
All shattered and disarrayed,
The family raised embraced in love,
tossed in some transient deluge.

The aftermath of disaster so dreadful to watch,
Nurtured dreams slouched and crushed.

But then in the darkness, you see a shimmering light,
A hope taking a flight like a restless lark,
You see hands bonding with trust,
Picking scattered pieces, rebuilding dreams from dust.

People coming from all spheres of life,
Breaking shackles of language, religion, creed or cast.

Though unspoken,
Their grit said it all,
They thrive to uplift humanity,
fighting every passing squall

When compassion drives any societal reform,
the human race can withstand any passing storm.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Your Inkling Shadow

The clamor of the bustling streets,
The rumpus din of the prolonged rain,
The uproar of the crashing waves,
Enthralling, yet can’t distract me from not thinking of you.

The wandering eyes, the yearning soul,
The restless stature, the sleepless night,
You consume every moment.

And I see your vivid impression on every form of nature’s caper.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Let Us Be Strangers Again

Let us be strangers again,
Away from being foolishly insane,
Liberating from the shackles of constant bane,
And from the fetters of fleeting pain,
Let us be strangers again.

Let us be unknown again,
Lost in oblivion in the paths of life,
Away from misunderstandings we quaintly subscribe,
To a faraway place that our mind can prescribe,
Let us be unknown again.

And if we meet again,
With no residues of the past remains,
And if it still ignites a passionate verve,
We will know such destiny is what we deserve,

Till that moment regains,
Let us be strangers again.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Dwindled Hope

I am not a rock,
I may appear strong,
But I split to pieces,
When pushed beyond limits.

Nor I am the valiant dune,
Fighting the wilderness,
As I faintly dissolve,
Like the scribbles on the sand.

Maybe I am that truth,
That is hard to behold,
Beyond you reckon,
That muddles all that you believed to be real.

Or an illusion,
That you think is beyond your reach,
That may leave you with pain,
And a world of unknowns.

If you want,
I could be that wind,
That sweeps you off your feet,
And blinds you with a fragrance,
That lasts for eternity.

Or the moon,
That appears when you need the most,
In darkest of nights,
Spreading light not shimmering,
That soothes your being.

If you can,
Once free your soul from the worldly traps,
Expunge your dreads and any pulsating threats,
You will feel my heartbeat,
Oscillating rhythmically with yours taking us along to a serene abode.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Urban Girl

You are fearless,
You speak your mind,
You are what life beacons to,
A refreshing delight,
You are the urban girl.

You appear rugged,
But have a tender heart,
It takes a man to know you,
Pity others who missed the sight,
You are the urban girl.

You are ingenious,
You experiment with life,
You challenge the usual,
You hardly hesitate from being strife,
You are the urban girl.

Break those shackles,
Detest domination,
Spread your wings,
Start a revolution,
My urban girl.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah