Category Archives: Poetry

Your Day Will Come

Today you may be a chapter lost in a sea of books,
Or a tune hummed once in some hidden brook.

Forgive them for they are naive,
Unaware of the treasure stored in your hive.

Soon the day will come,
When you will be their moon,
when they will be raring to bask in your sooth.

Remember the dark days have a purpose of its own.
For it needs you to bring the new shining dawn.

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