You Define Me

Have you seen the birds chirping with no purpose,
Hopping from tree to tree like free souls?

Or looked up in the sky with spiral eyes,
Forming imaginary shapes through the array of clouds.

Have you lately sung at the top of your voice,
Elated as if you have conquered the world?

That’s how I feel every time we bond,
Stating that you are in my thoughts is an understatement,
for you define my very worth 

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Unattainable desires

As I was reading her mind a wicked smile crossed my lips. Despite the constraints, the wilderness, and the unfathomable possibilities my heart said, “you fit well in the scheme of my dreams.”

There were no words to bridge the vacuum, not an iota of distraction, but an unspoken imagination silently taking the shape of reality. The eerie strangely was a welcome change from the otherwise chaotic cacophony web of worldly distractions.

Then she stood up breaking the wielded dichotomy dissolving in the morning mist leaving her shadow behind for a mystery to be resolved.

I leaped in bewilderment with a hope to get her sight, one clue to comfort my anxiety. But an untold story is what I was left with. And I stood there restless – she was nowhere to be seen but her fragrance was still lingering long past her departure.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

What You Mean To Me

There were days in my life when nothing seemed right. There were chaos, unrest and moments of despair. When I felt good about nothing. Even the songs I loved seemed like a disturbance. The moon, the stars, nature’s serenity, all appeared to ruin my being. Despite sleep deprived, I was unable to get my eyelids close. The body felt famished yet I detested any morsel. In such utter disharmony, your thought crossed my mind. And it made my desolation entirely insignificant. When everything is wrong, you are the only right.

I remember the day when the storm found its way to my house. The rain was slowly turning into snow and the roads were covered with sleet for a long haul. The supplies were cut and the lights snapped out. The room heat was slowly turning to biting coldness.  The wind gushes were making frightening noises, everything seemed hollow and I didn’t know how long I could withstand the mayhem. Then the wind fluttered the pages of the book we used to read and brought back the beautiful memories of the past. My mind was resurrected from the trauma to a tranquilized imperturbable and it gave me hope to quest the storm. You are the hope that makes me achieve the unattainable.

I was not well and bedridden for a while. The head was spinning and faintness prevailed most of the time. I was hearing voices and people images were appearing blurred.  The body lost all strength and the guts were not able to hold any scoff. My senses were numbed and mind was beyond being sane. Then I drifted to sleep and your faint impression started appearing in those darkest dreams. The heart grabbed new inertia and I floated in a heavenly flight. The panacea started to respond and my mortal resolute was in sight. You are the one who helps me to fight the odds.

Everything appears attainable when the slightest of your thought crosses my mind.

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