Best 7 quotes of Abhijit Sarmah on MyQuotes

A withering gem at the heart Of a dying river —Majuli

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.

i reach the perfect cube, and wait for somebody to pick the phone back at home.

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.

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.

So old were you, Grammpa— the last time I saw you, anaemic You looked like the monsoon in my town.

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.