Peep into Past

She

She,

    with a vermilion circle between her eyebrows looking at the mirror,

         is the loveliest woman.

She,

    with a black spot on her nose becomes red when angry on me,

         is the scariest image.

She,

    with half closed vibrating eyes pray to God sometimes with tears,

         is the purest temple.

She,

    with corners of her lips wide apart watching us improving,

         is the sweetest candy.

She,

    with wrinkled eyebrows focusing on the sum in my homework,

         is the best teacher.

She,

    with the round gold earrings shining brightly under the sun,

         is the brightest light.

She,

    with traditional Assamese attire standing elegantly in the crowd,

         is the finest queen.

She,

    with her speedy but soft steps making the world awake,

         is the fiercest tigress.

She,

    with a soft but stern voice motivating me to excel,

         is sugar and spice together.

She,

    with her care giving me her share and making me better,

         is none but my mother.

Dreamly Borgohain

2017

Who Am I?

I see my reflection in the mirror.

Why do I do this to myself?

I lose my mind on a tiny error,

I left myself somewhere in someplace,

I tried to be what I am not,

My real me was broken inside.

Don't get lost in the blur of the stars,

Dreams are blurry out there;

Future and the world seemed unreal to me.

Now, I just want to be myself.

Don't judge yourself to be perfect.

Just be who you are.

For the image in the mirror is not you,

But you are who you want to see in the mirror.

Bandita Boro

2017

Being a Woman

It is said that to be a woman is difficult,

The conditioning beings early 

Girls play with dolls and boys with guns;

They say it is a men's world and

You always have to prove yourself worthy of the testosterone,

You have to juggle between career and child care, fame and family,

You have to be yourself and go beyond that self to be a mate and a mother,

You have to be aware of custom and culture while your spouse is free to dare;

But then you have the power to make men mere mare with your beauty and care,

You are the seed of life and without you men are hollow husks hovering in the wind,

You are inspiration of the inspired making men realise without you how meaningless they are.

To be a woman is indeed difficult,

For woman live a life more fulfilling than man can ever dare,

For a woman can be a mother, a woman can go for career, a woman can be both but alas all a man can be is just a man, seeking the meaning of life in a woman's cradle and care.

Without the woman beside us we men would be monsters of unrestrained lust devoid of love, we men would be all head and no heart, we men would be just empty and no emotions;

Without woman we men would die the death of a zombie and life would stop being the blooming flower of creativity;

Without our mother we would be nowhere;

But then to say that fathers are not required is foolishness and fear.

Mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, wives and husbands, boyfriends and girlfriends all make sense,

For the human is what makes a woman and a man

And a human can be either a woman or a man 

As nature requires to further its purpose,

Life is all about being human without being just a woman and man.

Identity of the physique is important but more important than that is psychological reality of being a human.

SAPTARSHI MAJUMDER

2017