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Souls Cannot Be Shattered

Shattered, down to your knees,
Despaired, lost the shades of glee,
Caved into an apocalypse, hard to believe,
Winded down, feeling bereaved.

Collect your self and clear your sight,
Falling was not in your hand,
but raising back is your right,
Wean away those fears,
Wipe away the tears,
Face the world,
With grit in your eyes,
For souls cannot be rattled,
Nor can they be shattered.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Resurrection

Every time when the world wrote you off,
circumvent you on a deserted trough,
And the moments when they wrestled you down,
and thought you dissolved to a point of no return.

You resurrected,
And proved them wrong,
Like a wounded tigress,
You came back more strong.

Not any different from the moon,
which slowly but surely bounces back,
from each and every lunar eclipse,
which tries, but fails to engulfs its face.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

The Noise Within You

The voice may be a shade lower than the decibel of sound,
A frail trail of words that follows you around,
You search everywhere yet couldn’t find any clue,
For it was within you but you hardly knew.

You won’t find respite,
It doesn’t matter what you do,
Until you pause and listen,
To the noise within you.

It gives you signs,
Listen to its chime,
Give it a hearing,
And follow along this time.

For there is nothing like a speaking soul,
Pick the vibes that play your true role.

 

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Escaped

She was,
Slowly but surely,
One step at a time,
Crawling away,
From all miseries and pain,
And from the precarious thoughts,
That put her in some entwined chain.

And now that she had escaped the cage,
She lost the past rage,
Her focus was on her new abode,
one brick at a time, cultivating hope,
Though the path was rough,
And it was not her playing trough,
But it didn’t refrain her to aspire,
For she had her world, she had her desires.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Don’t Get Deceived

She played her ruse and battered his heart,
Shattered but somehow he got to a new start,
And when he was creeping back from the rife,
She found her way to re-enter his life.

With some reluctance he let her in,
The quashed yearning started to spin,
The chaos, the love was by his side,
And he was riding high like a glide.

But one fine day she again vanished from the scene,
He searched everywhere,
She was nowhere to be seen,
His soul was ruffled and his heart was torn,
All he felt was like a left out scorn.

When one define happiness in someone’s eyes,
Often he is left in such disguise,
So keep your heart under your sleeves,
Don’t get so easily deceived.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah