Sagarika Julka Poems
|3.||The Breaking Of 'We'||1/11/2012|
|4.||Love And Pain||1/22/2013|
|6.||Let Me Ask You||7/10/2014|
|7.||The Tin Box||7/10/2014|
|8.||Am I Doing Fine?||7/10/2014|
|9.||A Happy New Year! 2012||12/30/2011|
|14.||For The Sake Of Love||5/5/2013|
|15.||The Big-Little Girl||2/23/2012|
I saw just a glimpse of him,
Dark and handsome, noble as a king;
I saw, just a glimpse of him,
Behind a window with tinted film;
His eyes spoke of a promise,
Deeper than a lusting kiss.
I saw, just a glimpse of him
Like a fragment of a surreal dream;
I whispered softly, ‘what is thy name’?
And he signed it on the window pane,
I drew out a mirror, to reveal the truth,
His name spelled out as ‘SOLITUDE’
A Happy New Year! 2012
Another number becomes history soon.
A little change in the digits is that all?
To make a heap of happenings doom,
In the pool of past, only to recall?
Every time this happens as it should,
The counting starts and stops at a dozen,
A part of the sociological cycle, ever since childhood;
Yet the mortal pains of letting go, goes on.
Habits I guess are the worst of addictions,