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31July 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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31 July 2025
There’s a moment in the evening — just after the birds have finished their last arguments and before the streetlights fully commit — when the sky seems to sit down and rest. The colours blur, like an old painting washed in gentle tears. It’s not sadness. It’s softness. A quiet sigh at the end of a loud day.
You don’t need music then. Or coffee. Or anyone to ask how your day was. You just need that little pause when nothing demands your attention. The phone is silent. The ceiling fan hums like a lullaby. Even your thoughts slow down, as if they’ve been walking too long and finally found a bench.
Let it be enough today — not to conquer, not to create, not to figure anything out. Just to be. Even for ten minutes.
Because sometimes, peace doesn’t come in answers. It comes in stillness.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @rajatchandrasarmah5
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 .
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
Instagram: @rajatchandtmrasarmah5
Website: rajatchandrasarmah.com
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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
Website: rajatchandrasarmah.com
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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
