mind meanderings: Dying while Living

mind meanderings: Dying while Living

Dying while Living

When I was born
I was complete.

I could cry and
Yet be selflessly selfish!

Today..

the Quest
overtakes me

nor do worldly riches
grace me

My cravings
has a mind

To think, To feel and To cry
I wouldn't shy

No wonder..

Everyday I die
..bit by bit

Yet,today,I am feeling
very fulfilled!!

Wonder why?

@Atanu Prasad Sarma

Maya My Love

how does it feel
when you are
about to walk
into a dream - your dream?

does tomorrow ever
meet today -

the day’s ashes
Labour to deliver
Xotini’s child
every day - ?

An illicit life I live
forbidden pleasures I seek
with Maya

as Chayaa pursues Maya
a virtual touch
is all that it takes
to step out...

But do we?!

(c)Atanu Prasad Sarma

Glossary :
Xotini : Co-wife / Step Mother in Assamese
Maya : An Illusion and by extension the elusive morrow
Chayya : Shadow..the shadow of the day!!

Paphiopedilum Dreams

Paphiopedilum Dreams
I espy
on the mosaic forest floors...

Forbidden desires
I spirit
to the secret grotto

softly i skid
on the silken turf
...tearful
but i still fancy
paphiopedilum dreams?

(c)Atanu Prasad Sarma

Silent Prayer

Amongst the ruins
Of the past and present
the reborn Lama had dared
to Solicit the future
Aided by silent prayers
That flutters in the wind

Amongst the dreams that
Fade fast
Away from the future
That recede into the past

abandoned by Idols and
Deities that had bidden bye
to the Orphaned Dreams...
that, I thought, we together dreamt

Dreams of bliss
that I held Dear
and you Discarded

I await the monsoon still
- Unaided by silent prayers
that fluttered in the wind –
Wetted by unmindful tears

Atanu Prasad Sarma

© Atanu Prasad Sarma
30th Aug 2009

Mystic Dreams

The beautiful meadows lie yonder
…Yours to wander in
Loose your roots in the meanderings streams
…that flow in your mystic dreams
Fantasize over the Secrets
….that marmalade Bushes conceal
Chase the Secretaries & Loose the Predators!!
…Let your Thoughts skim
the Sparkling waters on a brooding evening
....When the rainbows fade and kaleidoscope dreams die

Atanu Prasad Sarma

(c)copyright Atanu Prasad Sarma

And Yet....

Dawn's lovely face
Shows the day.
And the morrow, I try to Read
on the wings of the sky.


The rustle of your mind
On the pitter patter of the rain
I listen to..

And the secrets of your heart
On the petals of an orchid
I try to unravel.

Your epistles
On the paperboats I look for –
Floating, flowing with
the steady, unending rivulets.

And yet,
My heart stills...

Atanu Prasad Sarma


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