jyotikamarine

jyotikamarine Feb 2017

poem

they are not just letters,
which compress the poet's ideas into a prose.
but a wine glass for a reader to dissolve.

jyotikamarine Feb 2017

poems

you are a poet
because you could enjoy it
just like the bottle of wine you choosed eagerly

jyotikamarine Feb 2017

cry with your heart

when you cry,
you have tears but nothing left.
the run all the way back to your heart
just to prove are still alone,

if you were not alone,
they would be wiped before reaching to heart.

enjoy solitary,it's enjoyable.

jyotikamarine Feb 2017

the poet

a drinker who drinks the wine class,
without touching it.
but with a pen and sea of experiences to write...

jyotikamarine Jan 2017

eyes open

life is a war in which noone can survive
by knowing that we will die one day,
we fight still to survive..

selfishness of man to conquer continues...

jyotikamarine Jan 2017

cannibal

a plant need n't be fed
but a man should ,

is it why he **** the ones among him ???

jyotikamarine Dec 2016

shade

every time you see life
you conclude that you are going to die...