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culture/tradition education lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

That Leap of Faith by Arunav Barua

Ever woke up scared, disoriented and not knowing where?
Open your eyes and you’d see that the Sky’s still there
Even the worst nightmare passes away with a little smile
All that we need is a heart strong enough to withstand while
The planet remains, its beauty intact, hidden in white pages
That are real as that sight outside where you’ve not been ages…

Defer to the one most in pain, say that you need help, my friend
For I can take a little more, this pain wouldn’t be my final, my end!
A dance that reminds us of summer rain and getting wet outside
That song that can be sung as a means to end this unearthly fight
Fight then! Says a voice which was busy cooking up new dreams
Aye! Comes the answer, waiting for minds alike, well, so it seems…

Now, it is time to go back to doing nothing, which takes a lot
Of effort, since life is about being conscious about all we’ve got…

(c) Arunav Barua (I.I.T Guwahati, Assam)

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folklore Nature Pastoral Poetry

Beauty

Beauty is the ladybird
Waking in the midst of dew
To enjoy a quiet and lonely walk

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folklore Nature Pastoral Poetry

Spring

Green and red leaves may fall
When spring sing from tree tops
And blue skies are her muse

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Africa Nature Pastoral Poetry Uncategorized

Happy Autumn song

Autumn plays a game of colors
Warm is her painted trees and land
Sweet are the songs from her birds
With the two, she gave benevolently

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Image by Yaran Qadr

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Africa Nature Pastoral

Dreaming of Summer

Summer is a dreamers tale, told in advance
In this dream; grasses are green and squirrels dance

Summer is the song of comfort in the hearts of many
It refreshes, renews and brings solace to the wary
Summer is the wild flower growing by the roadside
An adorable fragrance from shrubs, sweet and mild
Summer tell stories of the hare and the butterfly,
Of frogs on ponds and Sparrows nested high
Summer is a dream to many
A beautiful time to be happy

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Photo credit: Peneex George-Baton

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Nature Pastoral Poetry Series Uncategorized

Wealth of Summer


“The flowers blossom in magnificent desires
The tree leaves are greener, and the airs milder
But are all these, the only wealth of the summer?”

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Poetry

Summer

Summer rides through the little forest,

Desiring to warm and wake every creature

It saved in the heart of trees that flourish

On the tarred roadside, a sweet aura of air

That kept both faun and flora intrigued!

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Image by David Thomas Martins, a friend and a great painter poet.

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Poetry

Rain on the Window 

I love the sound of the rain when it hits the windows
When the multitude descend down from the Heavens

Splattering, hitting the Earths crust, smashing the clay 

Throwing up sweet scents, one unaccustomed to man

The sounds create a regular rhythm which sings a lullaby

Soothing are the rains words, mild are her amazing airs

The waters fall on the glasses, merging into balls which sigh, 

Silently, they rush off the glass in ecstatic and joyful haste

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Series

First Words of P’Ville, SummerTown

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When the Winter Witch got tired of the warmth
Which the fine golden sun brought
She decided to leave the sunny, pitiful city
And with her she took all her trinkets and jewellery
Then she would stare across the vast wild Oat fields
And all she saw was melting ice and she always sighed
In the quiet and early morning she was gone like the mist
Taking all her frost with her, everything even the least

Then it was time for the greens to blossom
The butterflies emerged from the silky worms
And the clouds wore a fairer apparition
Which came as a pair of joy and admiration
To all the inhabitants of this city called Summer
The tents are packed for resorts where the land is lower
And where the three rivers happily met
The land became wetter as the sun set

Summer was flowery, full of bees and butterflies
And derived her name from the abundant sun smiles
That roamed and romanced the whole land
But even in the quietness of the city’s idionsyncracies
Thru the pockets of farms and homes and hills and valleys
There exist some bugs and gnats and toads
Those who find it nice to be villains and rogues
But this is Summer, where there is a golden sun
And city of insects, here and there, stay or run…

To be continued…

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Uncategorized

The Summers Tale

When summers come around
The flowers bloom, red, pink
The clouds are proud with mild sun
Joy gives hope, the bridges a link
The green fields grow
We see the farmers sow

The summer leaves, taking the hue
Blowing all a hearty kiss
As her cold monstrous nephew
Comes taking the once a bliss
The nights turn cruel
As we eat from a bowl

The white clouds wear a scorn
The trees still lay a friend
As the Earths whiteness is done
And hearts are torn and broken
The moon stays all night
But the morrow it was a blight

The hills covered with snow
The cold eats the flesh
Man and beast lay low
And strange concoctions meshed
A bird flies over the blue cloud
And a smile grows; proud

The Earth gets colder
Lost on her way home
She stays a stranger
Fearing all mans shouts and booms
Praying that a bird flew up the heights
To live solemnly up, up the skies