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“Don’t I remember those rustic evenings, now
buried under a thick shawl of futile memories
when you and I, walked and talked
and melted into the lurid nightfall?
I do.”
― Abhijit Sarmah, The Voice Under Silence: Poems

“My town of clouds and river
Of terrifying minds and young dreams
Streets with some people
Good people smiling
Train tracks of dreamers,
High, happy, celebrating�
Us, themselves and the beauty.”
― Abhijit Sarmah, The Voice Under Silence: Poems

“It ends. Good things
always end terribly,
at dawn in his arms
wrapped, silently
or� late in the night
in unchartered apartments
or hotel foyers, over a
fight. It ends. Good things
always end terribly.”
― Abhijit Sarmah, The Voice Under Silence: Poems

“The purpose of poetry is not to provide a solution or, say, to stop a war or prevent millions of people from dying, etc. Poetry can never do that. Poetry is all about keeping the dialogue alive. Poetry must bring forth, time and again, issues that need attention and are intentionally or unintentionally forgotten.”
― Abhijit Sarmah

“A withering gem at the heart
Of a dying river
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― Abhijit Sarmah

“i reach the perfect cube, and wait for
somebody to pick the phone back at home.”
― Abhijit Sarmah, The Voice Under Silence: Poems

“for how long can shadows deceive?
tomorrow, draw the curtain in hope
forget the footfall, see the crimson
look out for no reason, you’ll have it.”
― Abhijit Sarmah, Dying With A Little Patience: Poems