I Am The Escapist Poem by Sanjukta Nag

I Am The Escapist

Rating: 5.0

I am the escapist,
Who drinks potion of surrealism
From the goblet of a cold fossilized life
And runs aloud touching the fence of wind.

I am the escapist,
Who still worships redness of heart
And sings lullabies to the crescent moon
Under black and blue rainbow of civilization.

Yet this escapist,
Never wants to escape death's call
And dreams to rebound with holy spirits
Above the zenithal core of vacant universe.

Saturday, October 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hope,hopelessness,imagination,life and death,spiritual
M Asim Nehal 01 November 2015

Heartfelt poem..............amusing,10+++++++

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Vishal Sharma 31 October 2015

Again a lovely verse from a talented lady keep penning...!

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Edward Kofi Louis 31 October 2015

Dreams! ! ! 'Touching the fence of wind'. Nice piece.

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Jaishree Nair 31 October 2015

Well envisioned the black and blue rainbows of civilisation, yet longing for death's call. A poem with deep meaning. Thanks for sharing

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Loke Kok Yee 01 November 2015

when it comes no one knows just be ready to open the door lovely read-10

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Seema Chowdhury 04 November 2015

Another creative write of your. Thanks for sharing

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Dr Antony Theodore 04 November 2015

ultimate fate can we escape? ? And sings lullabies to the crescent moon.. I love this line in your poem. very poetic. t hank you. tony

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Souren Mondal 03 November 2015

Perhaps somewhere down the line we are all escapists. But indeed we cannot, by any means, escape our ultimate fate... A very, very well-written poem Sanjukta...

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Valsa George 03 November 2015

This poem presents a surrealistic picture! Here I see incongruous juxtaposition of out of the ordinary images! 'Drinking from the goblet of fossilized life' suggests much! Profound write Sanjukta! A 10

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Liza Sudina 02 November 2015

Never wants to escape death's call - your faith is great, Sanjukta!

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