Prayag Saikia

Like a sprout
new time appears
from the cocoon of a hibernating past.
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Great hearts become hiku,
soaring high.

The ethereal muse,
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Slay me,
and place my body,
beneath a rock.
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There will be no more walls.

Walls shall be ripped asunder,
by the judgement of children.
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A sapphire lake,
a white swan.

From the placid veil of blue
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The testament of endurance
remains etched to live.

Scavengers do not fly
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Have you engraved any epitaph
on the Buddha
shattered by the Talibans
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It is not ignorance
Rather
The illusion of knowledge
Is
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A flock of birds hovers in
And appears to eclipse the Sun
The vermilion tinge effects light vibration
In a camera
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Trees are full of foliage
It's springtime
The leaf-eater goat
In the shades of those leaves
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Mustard is blooming everywhere
But
The heart is not filled up
By the yellow
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In my sight
In my voice
The voice of chirping birds
Carrying the message of dawn
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I am running along a precipice
Pursued by a herd of elephants
The protective time-gap remains intact
Even after repeated stumbling falls
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Be immortal
And
At the junction of adolescence
At the age of blunders
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The night doesn't have a
Tranquil past
The night is always undulating
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Why have you ensnared the sky in a frame
Don't you know that
The sky has
No beginning
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I write poems on you
On the river
Full of grains of sunshine
In the scintillating waves
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The indifferent boar
Scours for food
In the heap of hair strands
Thrown out from the salon
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Abode of river
Home of river
Where is it
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When the clouds descend
To the foothills
The heart oozes and flows
Onto an endless canvas
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