Samarendra Lal Bhuyan
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Samarendra Lal Bhuyan Poems
Courage to find
'It is not in our hands, it is not in our fate, it is not in our lives' this not, we do not control.
Ode to time
20 years not less, not more Have all we been, to places that we have seen and imagined. Have we turned inside out or outside in. For I cannot alone see, I need you all to reflect me
Burn you must, soft you will be, the softer you are, the bouncier you will see. Bouncing is hard, bouncing is soft, it sure will get you out of the loft.
The still in the pause
You ever sat in the rain, not waiting for things to happen. Just a silent stillness with drops of rain on your back, just sitting, just there. It is as if I am not as I want others to see me, not working on expectations, not trying to please, not waiting for boss to go home before I could.
Choice of choice
I might want to jump one day, i will have a choice of not jumping I might want to eat more today, i will have a choice of not eating I might not have any money tomorrow, i will have a choice of making more I might not see a choice when i am not myself, but i will have to choose....
Perception - meaning differently
This reality is not what is, from my point it is a degree difference from yours from 6 billion this degree change is beyond what we perceive so is reality is, what it is not.
Comments about Samarendra Lal Bhuyan
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Courage to find
'It is not in our hands,
it is not in our fate,
it is not in our lives'
this not, we do not control.
So wash your hands, clear your fate and burn bright
for we are courage that we are yet to discover, we are strength that can rip apart that which stands before our wisdom.
Just a small move can be the depth that can burst forth the flower which has waited to infinity to stretch its petals, the lone song which carries all the melody that can possibly and not possibly exist
waiting to fill the infinite space of wisdom that we all exist upon.
So fear not and do not ...