Poetry Editor Ananya S. Guha’s note: Papari Kalita’s poems have a longing, a strong sense of being human and, feels intensely absences, the human touch, the breakdown of communication. There is great potential in her poetry.

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Loss of faith…

Living with pseudo-truths,

Misguided beings aren’t we?

Disillusioned. Disgusted.

Suddenly with the negative ostracising the positive,

Weeds have grown upon faith,

And things growing more and more slippery.

Misused. Misdirected.

Triviality attracts the crowd,

Humility mistaken for flattery,

Meanings have failed, and

Morals betrayed.

Drained. Defiled.

Senses have been blinded,

Artificiality becomes the new way of life,

Sanctity of relationships lost,

Trust dismembered.

Virtues that adorned humanity

Shunned. Shamed.

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Narratives

Darkness embarked upon the pearl white corridor

and erased all the shadows

that might have unraveled

many stories,

which will now be mediated

in thousand possible ways…

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Stories

They conspire with the memory,

 and the silences,

and the words,

and construe some form in fluidity…

They start whispering,

The beholder hears them.

Conversation is what they do…

And they ask if they can speak.

Ideas quarrel with them,

All the disputes the mind resolves…

The words shape them.

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Touch

Physical, and much beyond…

Contact of the hands become concrete,

Abstraction is the touch imagined by the lover of the beloved,

And the touch of words that create lingering vibrations in the mind…

Leaving imprints on the soul too…

Strange though, a slap or a blow is touch!

So is a kiss, cuddle, and a hug…

The breeze that brush the cheeks,

Evokes moments and lots more it speaks…

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Papari Kalita has received her M.Phil Degree in English Literature from Gauhati University. She has been writing poetry both in English and Assamese since her college days, a few of them having been published. Life in all its manifestation inspires her verse.