For the first time , my poem is published by a very reputed international publication New Verses New . Iam so happy and grateful to team New Verse New and almighty .

Sunday, July 20, 2025              

WHEN THE WATER COMES

by Rajat Chandra Sarmah

This is not news to us.

It rains.

Then it rains more.

The river climbs the banks like a thief at night.

We don’t ask, Why is this happening?

We ask, How high this time?

We know the drill—

Carry the old woman upstairs,

tie the goats to the roof beam,

Put the school books in plastic.

My cousin’s house floated away last month.

Just slid into the Brahmaputra,

quiet as a boat pushing off.

The calendar was still on the wall—

June.

Floods are disasters for us.

But calendars for them.

They know when to show up.

Photo op. Speech.

Same promises, reshuffled.

Bangladesh, Bihar, Assam—

The same story,

different screens.

Sometimes I sit by the window

and wonder—

Is the river tired of carrying us?

Our plastics, our lost shoes,

our drowned gods?

The water comes again.

It will come next year too.

I don’t know anymore

If I should swim

Or just stand still.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah is a poet and writer, and a Fellow of LEAD International. a global network focused on leadership and sustainability. After a 36-year career in India’s power sector, he now focuses on poetry and literary writing. His work explores environmental crises, cultural inheritance, and personal memory.

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30 July 2025

Some evenings, the tea tastes like poetry and the biscuit crumbles like all my good intentions to diet. I sit on the balcony, watching the neighbor’s cat pretend to own the universe — tail high, ignoring everyone, including physics.

Today, I tried meditating. Lasted two minutes before my brain reminded me of every embarrassing moment since 2007. So I switched to humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like the ice cream truck jingle — and guess what, I rewarded myself accordingly.

Evenings aren’t for accomplishments. They’re for mismatched socks, gentle sunsets, and chuckling at how seriously we take life. If laughter is medicine, then let this little corner be your evening prescription — side effects may include random grins and spontaneous joy.

Breathe. Smile. Repeat.
Tomorrow can wait. Tonight, let’s just be a little foolish and a lot free.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah6

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29 July 2025

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts.” – Winston Churchill

So go on. Even if yesterday stung, today is untouched. This morning, your story continues—not because it’s easy, but because it’s worth it. There is dignity in endurance, beauty in getting up again. You’re not meant to have all the answers today. But you are meant to keep asking, keep learning, keep trying. That is enough. That is everything.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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29July 2025

Hope grows quietly – like moss, like grass between cracked stones. It does not demand attention, it just persists. Even in neglect, it finds a way. Today, give yourself permission to pause. Not all growth is dramatic. Not all progress is loud. Sit for a moment with your thoughts. Feel the quiet life that still stirs in you, even on difficult mornings. You don’t need answers today. Just gentleness. Just the will to water whatever inside you still reaches for light. Your smallest act of kindness to yourself can become a seed. Let it take root. Hope isn’t always a shout – sometimes, it’s a whisper. Sometimes, it’s the voice that says, “I’m still here.”

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandtmrasarmah5

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28 July 2025

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” – George Eliot

Every morning the sun rises without asking who watched it yesterday. The sky begins anew, and so can you. Even if you’ve delayed your dreams, even if you’ve doubted your path, this day is a clean page. You don’t need to be extraordinary to begin—just willing. The smallest gesture toward your purpose becomes a sacred act of self-respect. Don’t wait for a perfect time; the time is now, the canvas is blank, and your heart still beats with intention. If you listen closely, it’s calling you home to your own possibilities. Begin where you are—with trembling hands, with silent prayers, with a stubborn hope. Life honours those who rise despite.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandtmrasarmah5

Website: rajatchandrasarmah.com

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28 July 2025

Take the next step – not the perfect one, not the planned one, just the next one. That’s how mountains are moved. Quietly. Patiently. Without applause. There’s courage in the ordinary, in showing up for your own life even when no one’s watching. You don’t need a ten-year plan today. You need to put on your shoes and meet the morning halfway. Sometimes, the momentum you need is hidden in the act of movement itself. Walk, even slowly. The path will show up under your feet. And if it doesn’t, make one. Your quiet determination is the strongest force you carry.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandtmrasarmah5
Website: rajatchandrasarmah.com

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27 July 2025

There is a quiet truth we often forget – that even broken wings remember how to fly. They ache for the wind, even if they fear the fall. This morning, don’t measure yourself by how high you rise, but by your willingness to try. The first lift-off is always the hardest. You might stumble. You might glide unevenly. But you’ll also feel something sacred—the memory of movement, the dignity of daring. The skies have never laughed at those who tried. They simply make space. And space is all you need. One breath. One step. One flight, however small. Rise anyway.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandtmrasarmah5
Website: rajatchandrasarmah.com

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26 July 2025

Let the first light not just fall on your face, but seep into your being. There is something sacred about beginnings, about the quiet hush of dawn when the world holds its breath. Today is new, untouched. Don’t let yesterday’s dust cover its shine. Walk into this morning as if you’ve never failed, never feared, never doubted your worth. The sky has opened its arms again – maybe you should too. Your breath belongs to today. Your courage can begin again, gently, like light does.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
Instagram: @rajatchandtmrasarmah5
Website: rajatchandrasarmah.com

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25/07/25 (Evening)

The day softens into shadow and rest. Let the hours you lived fall gently behind you. You did what you could. Now the sky stretches wide with grace. Evenings aren’t for fixing—they’re for feeling whole again.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

Instagram: @rajatchandrasarmah5

Website: rajatchandrasarmah.com