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|
Comments about 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...
It started raining heavily inside me,
When you left me easily on a bright sunny day;
Losing all the warmth of love
I was trying to find back my way.
Though my vision was still blurred out
By the silly water drops on my eyes,
I moved and fell and broke my mind
Realizing all your promises were lies.
So, there I was, with my betrayed heart