Category Archives: Poetry

Prow

The confidence in her stride prow
Like a oasis jutting out in some far away desert
Basking with compassion
Reeling with life
She marched forward
Dwarfing mountains
Taming winds
And she was a such a rare sight to watch.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Dismayed

Like some whiff of the past yore,
Like the petrichor on a barren shore,
And like melodies of some old folklore,
She was there in every scene of the play,
Smiling – teasing every night and day,
Though in reminiscence,
She lived forever to make him quiver
Just like that in some nagging fray.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

His Thoughts

His thoughts brushed her,
Like the early spring morning,
Gentle breeze,
Making her smile,
Embracing her in a manner,
She couldn’t help,
But love life,
And everything that surrounded her,
She convinced flowers to bloom,
And the lonely lark to plume,
She sparkled everything,
That remained in any desolate state,
For his thoughts were by her side,
And she soared.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Soul caged In a Stowaway Brigade

The world envied her,
From their eyes she had a perfect life –
fame, name and money,
that could buy,
anything she desired.

But no one knew,
How she felt,
How her soul was caged,
Like a brig in a stowaway brigade.

For the money,
and the supercilious world,
that surrounded her,
Couldn’t buy her,
The freedom of a carefree lark,
That she wished many times,
Crying alone in the dark.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Her Spell

He was in a war,
with his competing emotions,
Flanking from all direction,
Forcing him to battle,
The surging thoughts day and night.

And in such moment despair,
she appeared,
Like shower of rain,
On a arid land,
She gently squeezed his hand,
With eyes brimming love,
And he saw a thousand possibilities,
To battle the evil,
And he marched forward,
With valiant strides,
As for now she was by his side.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Whist

He was master of the whist,
Wining every game with suave and tricks,
Until the time,
When he saw her shadow,
displaying grace,
From behind the long curtains,
Drawn on the farthest corner of the hall,
And before he could gasp,
She snapped his remaining peace,
With her ingenious smile,
Joining them with a curious pair of eyes,
And from there on,
He lost every bet of whist to her,
So that he can win her heart.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah