Sanjukta Nag Poems
|241.||Irony Of Civilization||11/5/2015|
|242.||A Bike Ride||11/2/2015|
|243.||Knowledge Is A Time Machine||8/29/2015|
|244.||On Her Way To School||9/23/2015|
|246.||I Am The Escapist||10/31/2015|
|247.||Soil In My Blood||11/3/2015|
|248.||It's Not Fiction||11/11/2015|
|251.||Constellation Of Dreams||11/14/2015|
|253.||Haiku - Raining In And Out||9/9/2015|
|254.||Look Of Love||10/19/2015|
|255.||I Am Not A Poet||8/23/2015|
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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...
Why your memory keeps bugging me all the night?
Why I see you in front of me when you are out of sight?
Why my silly heart beats in the name of your?
Without you honey how can I find a cure?
How can I let you go when I’m so into you?
How can I color my heart to red from blue?
How can you leave me when you are living in me?
Darling when will you look at me with your eyes of blue sea?
When will you wipe the tears that roll down my cheek?