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
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When lyrics of your heart
Mingles with music of my soul,
The distance between the nearness of
Our bodies fills itself with
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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.
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You can't possess all the grains of life
I contain.
The fragrance of light I gathered,
Warmth of hope,
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My desolate soul
By the edge of the window
Keep thinking of you.
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Days are passing by
So are we,
Apart from each other
Like the sky and the river
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Pillow is pampering the softness
Of your left cheek,
While the right one is revealed
Towards the cold of night.
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I won’t be afraid
If I ever get lost
In the foggy sea of hopelessness.
‘Cause I know,
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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.
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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.
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