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...
Bereft I am
Of hope, of love
Bereft of everything
The all I had have.
The eternal moon-beams that soothes the mind
Is also devoid of me being unkind,
Though shadow is reluctant to fill my heart
On each midnight it gives me alert
Of the nothingness which contains you