Wandering around the alleys, Below the turquoise umbrella Of the supreme being. I try to untangle my thoughts. Thoughts, which are often perplexed Twisted and rolled in Between the desires of humanity. How the world thrived, Discovered gravity And worked against it. Enumerated the principles of society, Waged wars for territory For the thirst of aristocracy. Trying every way to find the answers Of what resides beyond the galaxy. Seldom did one notice, The bleeding sky, The barren fields, The tiring eyes searching for the peace. Feelings from empty hearts, Stones carved into coins. Oceans losing the color of life. Mines and queries turning earth hollow from inside. Sounds quivering mind by measures of 120 decibels Making the cries and pain go unheard. Oh lord! What more is left to watch? How long is the suffering going to last. Will the green come to life again? Are the birds going to sing again? As the haze of thoughts started to thin I realised my situation in the street. I tied my shoe lace, And walked past the bridge. With thoughts spread all over my head I entered my room. Wrapping them in a golden foil I tried to hid it besides the wooden almirah! For another day to sort them out All over again. - Jyotirupa Kalita Ghy-29, Assam.

Gently she flows. In silent windest she runs. Between the meadows & the valleys Of my life . She sparkles her way out, She hymns to the yellow pebbles around And she teases me With her flirtatious dance. She whispers on my ears About the brustings of the nimbus. With every unfolding She arouses me with her charm. She curves out her path to me, every time my mind hustles And She tries to calm me down. So, I sink. I try to sink deeper & deeper Into her virgin sphere. #NaPoWriMo #River

With the sundown and the twilight , I walk to my mirror And I ask myself the same questions, Like every night. As I see myself, It saddens me to tears. The scars on my face Screams out loud And I wish if I could cut it out. The cellulite on my thighs bellows in a rage, And I wish if I could Exterminate. The melanins on my skin Cries of the prejudice And I wish if I could Scrape off my skin. What a shame it is! To define beauty on a scale. Thousands of soul Are fighting the same fight . With a hope for a day to come, When beauty would be redefined , Not based on the skin, But by the soul that lives within. #NaPoWriMo #Hope

I come bearing gifts For her and him, For every person & every thing. I bring youthfulness Reviving this world. I bring love, For every earthing. I bring warmth Awakening the hibernates. I bring happiness, whistles & joy, I sing to my own rhythm. I bring colors, That sparkles on every blink. Every tree blooms As I begin. The new leaves and the new derm Are all my blessing . I am known to bring a new beginning. Yes, I am spring! #NaPoWriMo #spring

Hail King Mahabali! With him comes Onam For the Malayalis. When Prince Prahlad killed Holika, We started smearing colors on each other's face, Celebrating Holi. Every Eid ul Fitr, Concluding the holy month of Ramadan, She hugs me with love and gratification. Every year, tying the sacred thread on the arm of my brother, He promises to be my Armour. Mathura's prison got spirited By the birth of Lord Krishna. With tremendous enthusiasm we dance every Janmastami. Dusshera is all about Rama's victory over the ten headed Ravana, Durga Puja marks the strength of every women, As Mahisashura was vanquished By the Adi Shakti. Maharashtra starts their 10 day carnivalesque affair With the birth of the Son Of Shiv & Parvati. Navratri represents the nine diverse forms Of the Shakti. 14 years long exile, Ended when Rama returned home, Sita and Laxmana alongside. So, we lighted every corner With diyas in unison. Such greatness of culture From this diverse motherland. Names vary with occasions. Joyousness, the same We celebrate every Festival. #NaPoWriMo #day9

I walk to you every single time my mind goes astray. Because, It is the waves that help me to get back to me. It is the pebbles which help me To ease my tussle . And It is those walks on your warm sand Under the blue sky and the white waves That helps me to breath. And once again, I carve out my name On the pebbles by the beach. #NaPoWriMo #Days8

In between the red sirens and the white walls, I could sense the presence Of your hand on mine. How young you were , when we first met. In a red saree and a red bindi I saw your first glance. You were the shy little young girl With a fear of moving past the hamlet of yours. You were heartbroken to part from the present. On the other side, I was that lad wanting for a companion, And at that moment, I was awed by the beauty and purity of yours. My mind was still on a debate, on how to make you feel secure. That journey of ours From your homeland To my township. I counted every tear you shed. I tried to look through your veiled face, Searching for the secret affairs Between you & your sentiments. I welcomed you to our new home And I promised To love you till my final breath. 40 years past that day, Savoring the moments we have lived along. And Every night I promise the same. Tonight, While moving on an ambulance, I could see through my life again. Holding your hand for the last seconds, I promise you my love till my grave. #NaPoWriMo #Day7

One day I woke up to the song of the Subansiri. Unfolding through the meanders, Her voice reached me. And she narrated how devastated she was, once the storm broke in. How wreck she looked, after the furore. How her ridges broke off and how she caused the havoc of the town . She weeped for the sorrow, She bestowed to her people. And she screamed for the scars That could never be scraped off . But as the autumn came, She regained her beauty again. She became the calm serene flow With the melody of her own. Becoming the veins that run along Residing under the vast blue. So, she asked me to do the same. Because pain is temporary , In the time game. Only I need to never give up, Is what she asked me to get on. For this cycle of change goes on and on. #NaPoWriMo

Have you ever had a conversation with the green? Have you talked to the Star Jasmine? Have you ever dated the stream? Have you ever longed for the love of the rill? Have you ever whispered in the ears of the wind? Have you ever hugged the Laburnum by the street? Oh Dear!! Have you ever touched the soul of the sphere? Have you?

"সময়ৰ টিকনি আগফালে ঘূৰে" Heard this phase life long And yet Repeated the same mistake round the clock. From the school bench To the office desk Work piled up In the same sequence. All you see Is a busy road People in a haste Wearing the same wrist clock. Younger ones in a race To rise above While the elder ones With a malady On the ticking clock . & once again Maa stated over the phone, "সময়ৰ টিকনি আগফালে ঘূৰে".... And I jumped off my bed To take part in the same race. The race th starts but ends for none... #NaPoWriMo

Every morning I wake up to the song of the cuckoo when the rays fall on my face from the window slide. It is the soft breeze, That kisses my lip and carresses my hair And makes me alive. Noon is the time, I go for the yarn & the needle I knit the sweater, the muffler and the kaftan. With every yarn I criss-cross I sing you the tale of our love. Evenings turn sweet and blue, And I indulge in the songs of amber. I walk down the lane Looking at the painted canvas, Mountains, waterfalls & galleries of art. As they make me swing Rewinding me the flashes of our memory lane. And as the night comes by Accompanied with the silent bliss and the twinkling light I try to add one stroke of blue Nearer to the coffined moon And I speak to the dead of night About my letters to you. Letters enveloped and sealed For the stars to take it to you. And I bade goodbye. For I am too oldschool to fall for all the new. For I still believe in afterlife. So I'm holding our timeless love In every scratch of my pen. For I want to dance in the rain again, Sing you the song filled with the music you long. For I believe in the wheel of time, To take me the horizon I yearn. #NaPoWriMo

I was ignored all the fall, Till the end of the year. I was left to brittle B'cause I was no daisy or pansy I was just some leaves and some roots Hanging on some unknown bark. I was left alone B'cause I was no red or purple I was just some green , Camouflaged. Until you arrive. You drizzled me with a hope To grow and bear flowers, And become the orchid I was meant for. You flirted with the petrichor fragrance you bought along, You brought back the nostalgia as you walked down , And you reminded me the promise that you have always kept along Oh! Rain, You are the reason I blossom With spring every year. #NaPoWriMo

It was dark And it was drizzly. It was the time When the roads remain quite. And I was awake. I was awake because of the glimpse that caught my sight. That glance of her when she was holding the rugged backpack, All drenched and diffident, Struggling to find a shelter Under the tree besides the road that I pass by. Her kohled eyes tried to rob my mind. Her bangles jingled as she tried to lift her hand and wave for a taxi by. And for once, Her eyes caught mine And she treated me with a coy smile. My heart started to pound And before I could blink back She was gone. She left me with that glance And flooded my mind with all shades of the red that I yearn for. #NaPoWriMo