Sanjukta Nag

Sanjukta Nag Poems

I am not a poet…
Though my pen had given birth to some poems
On the yellow pages of a torn diary
Under the afternoon light

When lyrics of your heart
Mingles with music of my soul,
The distance between the nearness of
Our bodies fills itself with

You taught the dawn to break the cloud
You taught the birds to sing aloud
So, there cannot be any doubt
That night has gone to bed.

You can't possess all the grains of life
I contain.
The fragrance of light I gathered,
Warmth of hope,

My desolate soul
By the edge of the window
Keep thinking of you.

Days are passing by
So are we,
Apart from each other
Like the sky and the river

Pillow is pampering the softness
Of your left cheek,
While the right one is revealed
Towards the cold of night.

I won’t be afraid
If I ever get lost
In the foggy sea of hopelessness.
‘Cause I know,

Disappeared through the fabric of curtains,
Worst dream of yesterday
And the sorrows I dug out from night's womb,
As the God of our galaxy enters this place.

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 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.

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,

Under the mountain, beside the fire,
We roared against the audacity of darkness,
Painted our bare hairy limbs
Using the sharp teeth of stalactites.

She followed the striped cat
Stepping slowly - one two three,
Then became bore to count more,
And left her school bag hanging

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,

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

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

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

On the bridge of romantic letters,
We walked barefoot
Entangling the fingers of our souls.
The sky sprinkled nectar on us,

The Best Poem Of Sanjukta Nag

I Am Not A Poet

I am not a poet…
Though my pen had given birth to some poems
On the yellow pages of a torn diary
Under the afternoon light
Or a peaceful night,
That later transformed itself into fiery.
While everybody was enjoying leisure
The mild breeze of your thoughts
Shook the boughs of my imagination with pleasure.
The mystery of those creations is not unknown to you
The clouds of my condensed emotion
And sometimes a bit of desolation
Had poured the poems of happiness and blue.
But I was not the only evil
Your love made me responsible
To fill those words with rhythm.

Today empty is my poem’s box,
You were my insight
Your love was my inscribe
Now my feelings are hard like rocks.
Though your presence is still floating
With my every blood cell,
But the full moon of your love has hidden itself
Behind the darkness’s veil,
Only by waning time after time
Making me forget what is called rhyme.
Now my yellow pages don’t dream of rainbow
If there is no today left for us
There cannot be any tomorrow.
So, if anyone now asks me to write a verse
I’ll rather take it as a curse,
And say to them straight
That I've never been a poet.

Sanjukta Nag Comments

Bharati Nayak 01 December 2018

Sajukta Nag is a fine poet with some amazing poems posted here. I enjoy her write.I wonder why she has stopped writing on Poem Hunter.Hope, she will come back to the Site and post her beautiful poems.

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Melvina Germain 12 November 2015

After reading the intoxicating words of Sanjuka, I find myself in that soothing place of calm, in a tranquil bliss smiling to myself. I come away with my thirst for poetry quenched and am fulfilled. It's a pleasure to read the work of a sister poet who seems to relax on a pedestal of peace and beauty.

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Vishal Sharma 30 October 2015

sanjukta naag the rising name in the field of poetry from india.she has the potential to ignite flames through her mejestic words.she has a storehouse of knowledge over poetry and she knows how to use words properly.Her poems are full of metaphors and twists and turns.She is the name with a golden title.her poetry is laden with great thoughts and thought provoking issues.Her poetry field is wide covering all topics and esp love verses.She is the rising queen over here.God bless u sanjukta.

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