Samarendra Lal Bhuyan
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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.
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.
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
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.
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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 ...