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Seances of his Belief

Every evening he sets the ouija and put his trembling finger on the planchette with the hope to reach her soul. She was long gone but alive in his memories. All he wants now is to touch her spirit through the seances of his belief.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

My Will To Bounce Back

You can take my wealth,
my proud belongings,
and every one of my worldly possession.

You can attempt to take away my pride,
The earthly bindings,
And snap me away from my social tribe.

But what you can
Never deprive me of,
Is the hope to resurrect,
And my will to bounce back.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

The Hidden Lazaret

He hid his soul in a lazaret,
Stashed away from anyone’s reach,
And waited for that one person,
Who could dare to find him and breach.

He was a lone ranger,
Often remained in solitude,
He was never social and he seldom spoke,
People thought he had issues with his attitude.

And like a nomad,
He traveled from place to place,
Often restless and fidget,
Searching his serene space.

In that never ending quandary,
Few decades gradually passed by,
And he finally realize,
Soul couldn’t be hidden away,
Nor can be caged and set aside.

Calmness then found him,
And he was at ease,
He no longer wasted time,
Trying to find the one,
That could give him peace.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Like Vibrant Reef

When you decide to rush into my life,
You never ever brace my soul,
rattling my dormant bee-hive.

And when you sometime caress my lips,
In that moment you take away,
Each one of my disbelief.

And then one day you resolve to swiftly vanish,
And with you,
You take away the love that I naively brandish.

And now that you are gone,
I don’t know why?
I feel I still dwell,
In some enchanting dream,
Far away from this world,
In a turquoise lit vibrant reef.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah