Prayag Saikia

Like a sprout
new time appears
from the cocoon of a hibernating past.
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A flock of birds hovers in
And appears to eclipse the Sun
The vermilion tinge effects light vibration
In a camera
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Trees are full of foliage
It's springtime
The leaf-eater goat
In the shades of those leaves
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Mustard is blooming everywhere
But
The heart is not filled up
By the yellow
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In my sight
In my voice
The voice of chirping birds
Carrying the message of dawn
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I am running along a precipice
Pursued by a herd of elephants
The protective time-gap remains intact
Even after repeated stumbling falls
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Be immortal
And
At the junction of adolescence
At the age of blunders
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The night doesn't have a
Tranquil past
The night is always undulating
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Why have you ensnared the sky in a frame
Don't you know that
The sky has
No beginning
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I write poems on you
On the river
Full of grains of sunshine
In the scintillating waves
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The indifferent boar
Scours for food
In the heap of hair strands
Thrown out from the salon
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Abode of river
Home of river
Where is it
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When the clouds descend
To the foothills
The heart oozes and flows
Onto an endless canvas
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He informed me
The earth is ailing
I told him
My love is ailing
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A genius elder sister
Transliterated out
‘The River of Madness'
The drama of Tafiq-Al-Hakim
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The market of life enveloped by silence
A lone bodyguard is awake

If a tiny fire erupts in the Khandava Bana
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In the yellowness
The canvas has disappeared
Only an iron easel
Is standing steadily
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An ‘M' and an ‘a' makes ‘Ma'
Ma is the oasis in the desert of life
It's the most adorable phonetic structure in the world
Can at any point of time
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I wonder
Thinking that
I was in a tiny sea
That can't be found
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Baitoronee
The river of blood
Can one fall in love with it
The hymns born out of anguish
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