Jubaraj Baruah
​​​Winter 2017

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Tidings

What drives a sea to esplanades?
A little splatter,
Is that all it takes?
To soak a dry walk,
Minutely of her bristles in solitude.
Such tainted are brims my friend,
Only you could drench a little more.
Drowning is undoing;
Undoing a giant gentle wave.

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​Raining
(in Bakkhali, a beach in West Bengal)

​Halo to the streetlight 
That looks fixated
To the simmering puddle she created
Out of the rain and the vast expanse of grass
A little mud stumbles
Under weak roots.
And slips of life turn into embedded footprints;
The rain is not going to stop any soon. 
It's the season of the Bohemian sadness.
Aghast a fresh hard wind
That strikes a halo
And dissipates an empty sky
Overcast dark and lime.

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Jubaraj Baruah is a student of cinema, pursuing his post-graduation in cinema from Satyajit Ray Film and Television Institute, Kolkata. He hails from Guwahati, a city nestled on the banks of the Brahmaputra river. He did his graduation in civil engineering and has a passion for photography. He draws inspiration from the still life around him, from the mundane and banal experiences of life, and favours wide angled lens over the telescopic to view the world. This is his first poetry publication.