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Madhusmita Bordoloi 

Indian 🇮🇳 Assamese💮 Bosconian✌✌ Pragyan✌✌ Jbian✌✌ A dreamer.🙈❤ A novice in the field of poetry.🍃🌷 Hiding behind metaphors🐾 This profile is a collection of some messy thoughts that my soul feels.🌸🏵🌹

Top tags: yqbaba  love  poetry  feelings  poem  
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You talk of poems and love,
But, distracting me are the perfumes
That this naughty twilight hour
Has chosen to wear.
I struggle to unriddle, 
What smells better? 
The wafting coffee's aroma,
Or is it your exquisite cologne?

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*COFFEE DATE* I see my heart drawn, On your coffee's chocolate foam. Submissive glances gaze At you, lazily sipping on my soul. Our shy eyes kiss, With every little glimpse we exchange; And a nervous finger carelessly circle, The brim of my coffee mug in half-rounds. Concealed amidst our conversation, Are meticulously hidden love metaphors. I stop you mid-sentence To myself complete the sentence. I attempt to read in between the lines, Failing sometimes, sometimes succeding; In the search of perfect endings To your unfinished statements. You talk of poems and love, But, distracting me are the perfumes That this naughty twilight hour Has chosen to wear. I struggle to unriddle, What smells better? The wafting coffee's aroma, Or is it your exquisite cologne? It seems today, The world has ceased to exist In this part of our tiny town. The foggy veil of this evening , Has hushed down all other sounds. The rest today is nothing, but a lie. For it's just- You and me, And our warm cups of coffee. #coffeedate #coffee #lovers #love #poetry #poem #evening #yqbaba

AN OPEN LETTER TO OUR ELDERLIES

Dear Elderlies,
Tech-savvy, narcissistic, reckless, furious, confused- these are some common terms in the sea of words which you use to portray the present Generation- Z of ours. 

Honestly, maybe these accusations are not false. But, what is quite saddening is the unwillingness on the part of most of you to understand -What makes us the way we are?

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AN OPEN LETTER TO OUR ELDERLIES Dear Elderlies, Tech-savvy, narcissistic, reckless, furious, confused- these are some common terms in the sea of words which you use to portray the present Generation- Z of ours. Honestly, maybe these accusations are not false. But, what is quite saddening is the unwillingness on the part of most of you to understand -What makes us the way we are? Ours is a dopamine addicted generation, the hormone that gives euphoric feelings of bliss and pleasure. We are a highly addicted generation with our addictions ranging from our mobile phones and laptops to drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. Due to unchecked access to these dopamine producing devices and media that provides us with temporary relief, our generation seems to be under a lot more stress and anxiety than the previous generations. We are techno-savvy, because scientifically speaking the brains of our generation have not evolved enough to make us deal judiciously with this sudden high technological endowment. It is everyday that we watch one promising technology displace another and all these things are quite mind boggling to our curious brains. Now, with the world at our finger tips a revolution has taken place on the way we socialise. Some of us are arrogant, clueless and confused because we have been doomed by your generations to this highly populous world of cut-throat-competition where only the fittest survive. Thus, we are clueless about what our future has in store for us. Ours is a world full of temptations with the kind of society where talking about them is a strict taboo, where many fall prey to different peer-pressures and poor communications and at last the shelter of addiction feels like the last resort to them. Growing up in a world of instant gratification, we are reckless and furious because we are taught by our media that life will be incomplete without all those big bungalows, posh cars, foreign trips, designer clothes, beautiful or handsome life partners. Yet, there are definetly a few amidst you, who are a little more considerate towards us. They do understand about the problems which our generation face and that the reasons which has resulted to high accounts of suicide rates, high accidental deaths due to different abuses, increased cases of depression needs to be heard of, understood and dealt in a better way. An increase in the number of people amidst you, who try to understand by the kind attempt of empathizing with us a little more is all we need and ask for. Thank you. Yours, Generation-Z #elders #understanding #empathy #generationgap #yqbaba #letter #openletter #newgeneration


Make way for the lady o' kind gentlemen, 
Just a few more minutes, sun's about to set;
Worried eyes await at her doorsteps,
Nights are'nt a good lady's favourite;
For now it shall become a men's world.

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*GOOD LADY* Make way for the lady o' kind gentlemen, Just a few more minutes, sun's about to set; Worried eyes await at her doorsteps, Nights are'nt a good lady's favourite; For now it shall become a men's world. Advancing darkness threatens her modesty, Shooting at her raft of questions blood-curdling. Let's blame the lusty moon, That brings alongside gawking hungry glances, Streaming through her body from tip to toe, Then again toe to tip. Wolves' and devil's mouth aching in thirst, Dirty hands hunt for the night's prey Craving madly the bites of soft human flesh. We pray not heart anguishing midnight screams of one, Want not another candle march on street. So, make way for the lady o' kind gentlemen, Might she swiftly reach her abode safe, Before hiding demons of this night awake. #lady #poetry #night #molestation #feminism #genderequality #yqbaba #rape

I observed, observed everything. 
As the gentlemen walked passed by, 
With their proud-proud heads held up high.
And the pretty ladies with their elegant strides, 
Looked not down, as their hair flipped by.
Below was a crippled kid crying in misery,
Sick he was, begging for some humanity.


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*WARMTH IN A COLD NIGHT* I died yesterday. The spiritless cold lifeless body, Under that banyan tree; Yes! That was mine. No people, pity not my death. For, I had a life I call luxurious. A free wanderer I was. Two pieces of cloth my priced asset. A day's meal my happiness, The tree's shade my lavish home, Few distant lights my exotic company, A sky full of stars to lull me to sleep. I held not a grudge to anyone. Nay, not a single ! But, ask not of my past, For, I had a problem, A problem with my head. I don't remember, nah not a thing. Only sometimes; Sometimes, a chaotic mess of faces, Suddenly swayed past my mind, Warmed up my core, for reasons unknown. Maybe I too had family, I too had friends. Yesterday, perhaps the mercury dropped way too low. Winter's cold stole people's heart warmth too. I observed, observed everything. As the gentlemen walked passed by, With their proud-proud heads held up high. And the pretty ladies with their elegant strides, Looked not down, as their hair flipped by. Below was a crippled kid crying in misery, Sick he was, begging for some humanity, Kindness went on vacation yesterday, As some sweet symphony of the decent class, Deafened them towards his ugly screams. But, how could I have blamed others? When I myself had such a rich life. I had a beautiful piece of cloth, One that served my cold nights; Though a little torn, a very little you know. Carefully saved was some loaf too, No, I did not need them, I had food the day before. I gave my possessions to the Godchild, Watched him slowly fall to slumber's grip. The night deepened and I felt sleepy too. Peace enveloped me. Yes, I died yesterday. #death #beggar #life #poor #humanity #kindness #night #streetlife