Sanjukta Nag Poems

How far do I need to go?
To retrieve my feeble heart
Which is still screaming, for being confined
In the unyielding prison of your treacherous love.
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We are all like raindrops,
Falling parallel in a dull manner
Towards the chasm of uncertainty.
Life is too short to become conscious
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Thousand of excuses they have used
To deny the undeniable truth,
That You are there.
So, I’m still here,
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If You can tear up the clouds
With a thunder in Your firm hands,
Guiding them to drizzle umpteen drops of purity
On greenish carpet of earthly softness,
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Your love has no visible colour – no red, no green.
Its translucency of an innocent spirit
Soars swiftly on the sky of my amazed eyes,
Tending them to be closed for illustrious moments.
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