this land
where my roots dug deep
is a burnt poetry

its horizons
playing constant tunes
of rebellious skies ~

there are expressions
of faith
it holds onto
awaiting the hurricane

beguiled
by the bending air ~


Poem in the caption...

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we mine peace from
the ground where we
bury our loved ones.

we grow guns,
harvest grenades,
and tell our children
not to fire unless
they fire first.

blood runs like a river
on the parched earth
of my homeland.

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Blue hills and red rivers
where the aura of the fresh tea gardens
will mesmerize your spirit
the land of Goddess Kamakhya
will shower you with blessings divine
our loving Bihu festival
will enthrall your heart and soul and
the land of mighty Brahmaputra
Flowing magnificently teaching
you lessons of life!
I come from a land
known for its kindness and warm hearts
Hospitality you will never forget
A visit to my picturesque land you will never regret!

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A pen is mightier than a sword, true it is, but in my homeland, only when its nib is sharp enough to pierce through one's neck and choke him to death

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As we took wing,
in the wink of an eye,
we saw our love intersect,
getting entangled, and
hoodwinked into a cobweb;
though freedom was a flight away.

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like to stay in the Eyes only?

— Because the Eyes are their Homeland.

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Shower in the phosphenes of cities
pull us.
But the petrichor that cities fail to give, pushes us back to the soils where we have roots within.

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If talking about your homeland is called Bhagwat (Rebellion), then I am a Baghi (Rebel), my religion is (Bhagawat) rebellion.

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There, is my home, my homeland.

(Caption)

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As we walked,
for a split second,
we saw our souls crossing
and getting entwined;
though it was a walk away !

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