Sanjukta Nag Poems

I never have dreamt of being a bird
Or wanted to swim tearing the airstream.
Every time I cut my heart
I bled on the bare breast of gravity.
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On the backseat of your bike I left my mind.
Body is on the lonely bed, closing eyes
Counting tranquil waves of night.
But the pupils of my heart are still mesmerized,
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Under the mountain, beside the fire,
We roared against the audacity of darkness,
Painted our bare hairy limbs
Using the sharp teeth of stalactites.
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She followed the striped cat
Stepping slowly - one two three,
Then became bore to count more,
And left her school bag hanging
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Knowledge is a time machine.
If you are touched by its blessed light,
Then you can skip the centuries ahead
By riding on its timeless carriage,
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This life is not made of metaphor,
And I’ve never recognized
The definition of sweet talker.
Still I can offer you fragment of yes
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My body relishes the pride of an astronaut
When it roams like a somnambulist
On infinite space of your midnight heart,
By touching the stars of your emotions
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Pebbles always sink into the sea of grass,
Like you lay your face on softness
Hearing the dripping lullabies of cloudburst.
I have only transparency to offer you
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On the bridge of romantic letters,
We walked barefoot
Entangling the fingers of our souls.
The sky sprinkled nectar on us,
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