Ajit Das


Ajit Das Poems

121. Without Borders 8/1/2017
122. Where Is My Name? 8/29/2017
123. Ambulance 9/14/2016
124. Far Away 8/1/2016
125. Watchman 6/17/2016
126. Rain 6/20/2016
127. Protesting 11/15/2015
128. A Phone Call 12/27/2015
129. Karna: The Common Man 6/8/2016
130. Retribution 2/15/2016
131. The Eternal Glow 1/21/2016
132. River 12/14/2015
133. Void 12/3/2015
134. A Poet's Job 12/5/2015
135. Dreams 11/28/2015
136. A Tragi-Comedy 11/29/2015
137. Another Voyage 11/20/2015
138. Belief 11/21/2015
139. Mindscape 11/11/2015
140. Making Of A Poem 11/10/2015
141. To A Retired Bureaucrat 10/22/2015
142. In Your Name 10/29/2015
143. The Bond Of Pain 10/15/2015
144. Where Has Love Gone From My Progeny? 10/10/2015
145. Late Autumn 10/14/2015
146. Love 10/12/2015
147. Parting Away 10/11/2015
148. Prelude To Rain 10/11/2015
149. Faith 10/11/2015
150. The Cripple 11/3/2015
151. The Common Man 11/6/2015
152. World Heart Day 12/9/2015
153. Responsibility 12/24/2015
154. Mother Land 3/25/2016
155. R.K. Laxman - A Tribute 5/4/2016
156. Human Kindness 10/23/2015
157. Cruelty And Beatitude 10/14/2015
158. Paying Pensioner 10/19/2015
159. Your Face 10/17/2015
160. Eklavya 3/29/2016
Best Poem of Ajit Das

Horizon

When the sky is azure blue,
the horizon draws a line
between heaven and earth.

On a misty day it gets blurred,
closing the distance, limiting
your vision: seen and unseen.

When clouds gather, erasing
the skyline, darkness descends,
enveloping the surroundings.

And, then, clouds disappear,
the dark lifts, mist clears,
the view is sunlit, unimpeded.

The curve of earth beckons.
You try to outstrip; it recedes,
alluring yet with new horizons.

Read the full of Horizon

A Loner

A chair with a desk, a divan and a bed in the room -
I spend most of my time sitting or relaxing on them.
Early sun throws patterns on the wall, then draws out;
a gloomy shade fills the space, hangs on till weak rays
lazing on the decor disappear in the evening mist.

In between I sit on the balcony, looking at the traffic,
its ebb and flow on the street, listening to a bird
chirping from the tree on the lawn, a lone reminder

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