shasanka shekhar gogoi Poems

What am I broken in,
When the fire burning my soul melts my nerves like pieces of glass: into nothing, perhaps but only slowly passing through life like the liquid that is left thereof?

When nothing holds your heart close to you than your soul then why let it not loose for a joyous liberty breathing life to every rebellion?
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Somewhere, in the midst of summer-filled ambience portraying life as light in abundance,
It was all beautiful and dreary at the same time- dreary as death in the next moment and beautiful
like the flower petals dropping like eyes suddenly closed, full of tears in the morning. This is what he
envisioned once before the light was gone from his life. It was for him to find ways of holding on and
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