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‘Yes, am a warrior,

At the dawn of the new age –was I born;

And fighting till the last ounce of my might,

Ahead, onto destiny shall I storm!

 

I wield my emotions as my armor,

And the weapon of silent ignorance –firmly in my arms do I hold;

Barging ahead onto the line of fire,

               I let yet another legacy unfold.    

 

In my foresight, lies a battlefield,

Smear’d with a tragedy so tragic an’ cold;

Of men, women and children,

Whose dignity –in dollar a dime were sold!

 

They ain’t hitting me with bullets,

Oh no! Nor grenades neither swords;

Only mere gossips, rumors an’ small talks,

But trust me, it does hurt a lot!

 

Sometimes, I do think of hitting back,

Of returning a blow by a blow;

But I do know –an eye for an eye ends up makin’ everyone blind,

So, ne’er will I let myself stoop to standards so low!

 

Hence, holding my head high with wounded dignity,

And my proud soul, ripped by sarcastic knives,

Wearing each scar as a badge of honor,

Shall I walk this walk of life!

 

I am a wildflower,

All around places –in every nook n corner do I grow;

Everyone can see me blooming,

But only the ones who care –notice my magnificent glow.

 

Growing beside a thousand other’s,

A few true friends must I make;

For my heart’s an exquisite mantelpiece of fragile emotions,

Which , at the slightest of faults might break!

 

If you don’t like –trample me under your heel,

I shall be hurt but without grudges be gone;

Gone to someplace far away –where people care for me,

And in their gardens, like a precious crown shall I adorn.

 

For am a wildflower – too minute to be noticed, too non-descript to be cared for;

But then, you either like me or you hate me –that is all that matters the most.

 

 

Rushin’ adrenaline,

And the heart of yours, beatin’ fast;

The exaggerated thoughts and fears,

Of the sins of y’or past.

 

But time’s an athlete,

Sprintin’ through a straight track;

Once gone,

Shall ne’er be back.

 

 

So tell me, my friend,

Why waste the present,

Thinkin’ about ‘em past;

Live for the moment,

Cause you ne’er know,

Which is yo’r last!

 

                      -Ishaan Phukan

 

 

We met for a moment,

Talked for a minute or so;

She came to me, like a flash,

And as quick as a ripple did she go.

 

In me, she ignited a spark,

Lighting a lamp of love,

In my lamenting heart;

Pulling me out,

From the solitary dark.

 

Among the billions,

She was just one;

Except that she lived by the river,

Of her existence,

I knew none.

 

So, with hope in my heart,

And faith on fate:

I sit by the river side,

Writing letters in loads;

And sailing ‘em down,

 Folded as paper boats.

 

Someday,

If she gets ‘em,

Shall my paper boat love be found;

If not, then like a million others,

Into the soul of the mighty river,

Shall the tale of this lovelorn lover drown!

 

                                         –Ishaan Phukan

 

 

Gossips and whispers,

Whispered ear to ear,

The moment of joy,

And those of heartbreaks and tears.

 

The sizzlin’ crush talk with your friends,

Or the bitchin’ of your foes;

Shall someday all come back to you,

As fatal blows!

 

Cause no matter how hard you try;

Believe me, my friend,

The whispers never die.

 

Past the twists and tangles,

Through the iron gates and grills;

One way or another,

Shall the whispers slip through,

 

 

 

Bury ‘em in the deepest corner of your soul,

Or enchain ‘em in cages of lie;

But no matter how you try,

Shall the whispers never die!

 

                              –Ishaan Phukan