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...
And there I was standing alone
On the surf
Of a lonely beach unknown.
Beneath an endless mocking sky
Who has stars or moon for his night
Here everyday I die and try
To wipe you out from my sight.
Now nothing I am
But a betrayed thing,