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Sanjukta Nag Dec 2016
Inside the warmth of an afternoon café
Her romantic eyes
Clicked pictures of the fallen sun,
And how its golden pollens
Rolling down from
Her lover's caffeinated cheek.
Empty chairs around them
Empty dishes and cups,
Unsaid emotions of people already left
Stirred the silence inside her.
Behind the window glass
She felt another world revolving,
Devoid of quiet laziness.
Festival of various faces with
Running colours in hands
Flying words in hearts
Were re-cycling the myth of time
Or maybe moulding some lives out of it.
Her amazed self collected
Those moments or movements,
Like a child snatches from the wind
Pebbles of rainbow after rain.
And when he asked her
If she wanted to take anything,
Without opening her lips
She answered,
"I have just taken in everything."
This poem is the reflection of what my friend Sreeja had experienced on a particular afternoon in a café. I'm thankful to her for this poem :)
Sanjukta Nag Apr 2017
It's raining in my hallway
and only yesterday I removed
my skin from your raincoat.
The dumb walls now stare
at each other
with your portraits
hanging on their drippy chests.
Your charcoal hair melts
flooding the glacial cheekbones
and messes up your lips.
I wonder how a little stain
on your shirt
used to make you irate.
Now your waterlogged selves
are hanged in my hallway
being muddy from head to heart.
Sanjukta Nag May 2016
Sometimes I sense,
The earth
Inside me
Has started revolving,
But my
Opaque eyes
Fail to
Perceive the sun.
Sanjukta Nag Sep 2015
A man and a woman in an exotic garden
Plucking mellow fruits and musky flowers,
In the crystal clear waterfall of infinity
Hand in hand they are taking shower.

At night he weaves blue dreams in his eyes
She wears crimson shyness on her cheeks,
While innocence and experience starts to play
The most secretive game of hide and seek.

They don't know how to ignite fire of desire
Though firewood of passion is surely ready,
He has the magnetism of a majestic lion
Her voice is sweet like nightingale's melody.

Their togetherness is unaware of any science
Only throbbing heart is filled with chemistry,
Both of them always feel curious to discover
The tree of knowledge's hidden mystery.

Soon Satan with the forbidden fruit appears
With joy she makes a glass of delicious juice,
They drink and desire burns to let us know
That the apple is merely just a silly excuse.
Was Satan fully responsible for what happened in Eden? Or there were already some seeds of desire in Adam and Eve's mind which was just watered by Satan!!  ;-) :-D
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
The light that burns darkness
Still sleeping above faint sky

World is splinted with woods
Steel is constructing mankind

Removing the portraits of life
They play the game of smoke

Happiness crossed terminator
Reddening my eyes with moan

Let me discover my reflection
On pupil of Your evident soul

Lift me up with Your firm arms
For staircase demotes to Hell

Tend my existing solitude and
Whisper, “It’s still not too late.”
Sanjukta Nag Jan 2017
Sighs of the afternoon forest
Grow faint
Like ripples on the water
One after another.

Moments so close yet distant
I place on your lap
As the heart belongs to the wild.

Icing up the evening
Mountain blues of your eyes are
Now quiet at my palms.

We're only a thousand miles
Away from home.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
Chorus of morning leaves
Paint trees deeper in happy green.
Sunrays ricochet
From your eyes to my lips.
Maybe we are dying
For heaven has stepped down between us.
Heartbeat resonates
All over the sky
Carried by the wild wings of
White doves.
Sanjukta Nag Jan 2016
For a long time I’ve been here,
To let the snow melt
Upon the fallen feather of yellow magpie.
Breeze, soft like your thoughts
Digs out my soul from a secret cave,
Like the resurrection of a sweet dawn in Alaska.
Forgotten names of love
At midnight, I planted in your blood.
Now it’s your turn to open eyes
And show the world,
That life becomes bigger than sun
When you sprinkle crimson on the core of my heart.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
A Greek godlike figure of yours
Is caressed by my body
Countless times,
Under amorous eyes of moon.

Now, let the hands of my heart
Enter inside of your being,
To lit the torch of your soul
With holy light of a lifelong love.
Sanjukta Nag Mar 2017
If I ever lose my house of words
In the bleak land of asleep flowers,

Read me the map of love
Sing me the silhouettes of life
For the sake of the blood we moulded into shape.

As the moon inside this head
Always will reflect
The sunbeams of your tangible thoughts.
Sanjukta Nag Dec 2016
Pillow is pampering the softness
Of your left cheek,
While the right one is revealed
Towards the cold of night.
A smile, so pink like a lustful rose
Rolling down from creases of your lips.
But the wonder lies inside
Your honey eyes of fascination,
Where bright blue constellation of dreams
Is built like a castle of light,
That shimmers only
With the blushful touch of love.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
Silence of last night
Laying on the pillow
Waiting to be touched
By the liquid sun.

Sleep draped eyes
Opening adorably
To steal a morning kiss
From the loved one.
Sanjukta Nag Jan 2016
Frozen images, floating slowly,
Beneath the glaciers of sub-consciousness.
Some figures throb,
Stirred by sudden emotional storm,
Wet and grey like clouds.
Those burry faces feel the focus of aurora,
Hands start caressing dreams
Spreading the familiar scent of warmth,
While ears drink the whiteness of laughter.
Yet everything is so misty blue.
Unnerving coldness strengthens the distance
Between present and past.
And one figure,
Leaning on the terminator line,
Waves frantically towards my opaque walls
Before drifting off inside my darkness.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
Days are passing by
So are we,
Apart from each other
Like the sky and the river
Flowing separately ripping the heart of eternity
Yet so together in affinity
Sleeping with empty dreams.

If I were a waterfall
I would have fallen in love
With your heart of stone
And you would break me from drop to droplets
Or I would have made you unstone.

If I were a rainbow
You must have written on me
Seven colours of poetry,
Though life doesn’t seem to rhyme
But I would have listened to you all night long
If you were a wind chime.

Since life isn’t a role playing game
You and me running parallel
Carrying different aims.
There’s no possibility to embrace each other
As life is not what it seems,
At the end of each day
We are still sleeping with empty dreams.
Sanjukta Nag Apr 2016
Carries me into the core of existence,
The love in your voice.
Deeper than ocean's secret,
Mysterious, yet promising like the
Silver linings of sun.
My enlightened soul sips the freedom,
And roams through
All the emotional translucency.
For she knows,
True journey of souls only begins,
When there is no possibility of ending.
Sanjukta Nag Sep 2015
How could I escape
From the
Sovereignty of gloomy silence,
When I use
Silence's dark charm
To escape
From everything!
Sanjukta Nag Dec 2016
Hanging downward
Leafy branches try to taste
The tangibility of earth.
Melted sundrops on the plains
Roll with grass blades
Welcoming the dark
To kiss his tangerine love.
Songs of the returning wings
Make the sky more grayish-green
Than those foggy heads
Of awaiting trees.
Wearing a cloak
Of tomorrow's  serendipity
Evening comes home.
Sanjukta Nag Aug 2016
Lover, every poem I read,
I read with your face inside my eyes.
Beyond whiteness I climb,
Tinge that breaks on bookish cleavage
My iris wishes bonfire for such darkness.
Glow, glow, glowing ceremonies of
Our blessed letters swirl
Like the freedom of a thousand fireflies,
From the translucent jar named
Childish amusement.
I am that child
With drizzling thoughts on twilight toes,
Who walks mile after mile to drink light,
To polish the white nails of moon
Beneath midnight fantasy.
Sipping pages, caffeinated self,
Watches your feet in ballerina dream,
Rhyming rapidly.
Flamboyant ribbon-like memories
Adding colors to every breath I drop,
Clapping like cards of familiar hearts,
That fall one over another
Like I fell for you, being that scarlet.
Sanjukta Nag Jan 2016
Like a soothing touch of hope,
Enlightened enough to brace the darkness
With pleasure,
I am shimmering now and again
In your arms,
Wearing the garland of love.
Sanjukta Nag May 2016
Golden warmth of sun doodled
Something on her cheek.
Like the resurrection of soft dawn in Alaska,
Gradually she opened her cheery eyes
And whispered inside my numbness,
“I can make colours fly.”
Slumber shattered into pieces of bliss
As she entangled the tenderness
Of her fingers, and
Her palms in synthesis,
And made it fly like a mythical butterfly.
My amused self asked her curiously,
“Where are the colours?”
Holding her dancing butterfly
Infront of my eyes
She replied in a honeyed voice,
**“Those are flying amidst your insight.”
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
Flood of yellow lights
Rising from your navel,
I can sense euphoria, as
Darkness dies on my lap.
The universe is too small
Or our souls – enormous.
Let us both become sun,
Constant nuclear fusion
Will keep our love warm.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
Maybe Forest is your middle name
For your body grows so green with kindness.
Soul like a hungry leaf of morning
Constantly absorbs the rays
That our love emits.
Freedom of wild song birds resides
In your mind,
Still your root is so strong
And head holding itself higher,
Is reaching for sunshine.
While these poor lungs of mine
Only inhale the oxygen of happiness you offer.
Moreover, the vastness of your heart
Shelters all of my desires
Under the serene shade of comfort.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
My snowball-like puppy barks like a bird,
Whenever that sparrow enters my window
Like a sudden sunray of winter.
She perches on a luminous spot
To sing him the sweetness of nature, that
She composed when dawn kissed her feathers.
He rhythmically stirs air with his thin white tail,
And concentrates ******* imitating
The morning song of little sparrow.
Days walk like this on my room
Resonating with their twittering symphony.
Now I think, maybe it's not only a music lesson
But a chapter of learning the secrecy of flying.
'Cause yesterday afternoon I dreamt,
My puppy flew out of the open window
With his two new glittering wings of sparrow,
Singing the brightest song of freedom.
Sanjukta Nag Nov 2016
Maybe your hair is blue now
Blue like the song of a mocking jay,
Sweet and cold.
Talking to the wind,
Drenching under the faces of clouds,
Waving at serenity.
Towards the landscape
Your feet smiles to happiness,
The white of your scarf softens,
Soften you start moving inside my eyes.
But I keep it still,
Quiet like the fallen particles of sun
On each of your pores,
Who run miles after miles
Inside your skin
Along with the prairie's wings.
There I am a hidden seed,
Sleeping through the eternity,
To dream you near.
Sanjukta Nag Dec 2016
Your promises are wintry sunrays,
Streaming into my pupils
Through the festival of skyscrapers.
Here on the road,
Cold gray stones are lying still,
To be caressed by your mustard gold,
Saying, "Hold."
And I'm holding,
Moving yet clinging to your song,
Like gravity admires every moment
The tangibility of earth,
The way sensibility overflows from
Its liquefied core.
Peaceful easy feeling surrounds me
Whenever you open your lips.
Voice, subtle and slow
Paint my walls with a glow that only
Speaks to snowflakes.
And I collect them, thinking
How they will melt on your hidden skin
That is so pale and bright
At the same time.
Patience it is,
Between us, letting me draw words
One after another,
Letting me hope that
I can make you come back
To a home, that has no ceiling no floor,
Only arms,
Constantly ricochetting
The pure silence of my prayers.
Sanjukta Nag Apr 2017
This dream is a sloppy forest
and you are the bird
who broods in a labyrinth of trees.
Time revolts,
the cage of sleep fractures
with the flutters of my eyelids.
I feel mortified
for uprooting trees one by one
from navels of the earth
only to see you safe at home.
Now the greens lay under my feet
and the sun looks blue
with your screaming feathers
scattered across the sky.
Sanjukta Nag Jan 2017
Looking at the birds
Little girl thinks,
"How sweet it would have been
If I had wings."

Looking at the girl
Caged birds sing,
**"No birds would be flying in the sky
If humans got wings."
Sanjukta Nag Sep 2015
If I had a transparent body
Then I could have shown you when your love enters my heart,
It looks like numerous morning sunrays
Entering through the bones of my ribcage
And I’m exploding with light…
As if my heart is a bud
That waited for you enduring thousand nights of coldness,
As you feed it with your golden warmth
It blooms instantly…
And my emotions are dazzling butterflies
Flying around it
Dipped in vividness…
Sanjukta Nag Sep 2015
Million particles of tangible emotions
Whirling in the ever thirstful atmosphere
Of intoxicated Edenic earth.

A little drizzle of Eve’s moist fondness
Will start combustion on the compassion
Of Adam’s languishing heart.
Sanjukta Nag Sep 2015
He hated the frosty bitterness,
As his blue veins were clasped by
The numbness that winter offers.
To him, it was like falling through
A bottomless pit, where coldness
Eagerly enveloped his body with
The shroud of dark dead hopes.
It was season of depression then.

But on one chilled silent morning,
His eyes saw the girl of his dream
Standing on white carpet of frost,
Catching snow flakes, an icy drop
Touched her soft lilac lips lightly,
Making his aroused heart to melt
All of the ices with burning desire.
Warmth came back in his senses,
Heart awakened from drowsiness
By the sunny glance of her eyes,
That let him fell in love with winter.
It is the season of affection now.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
Think about the pure white clouds
Of your beating heart,
Carefully kept inside a crystal box
That only unlocks by the whisper of
A key called hope.

Time will never knock the door,
Until the innocence of your eyes recognizes
The call of baby blue in faraway hills and sky
For climbing to your dreams,
Which are always wrapped with the purity
Of white clouds.
Sanjukta Nag Apr 2017
When our home first felt the dark
You illuminated your thoughts,
And light flooded the porch of moon.

Poems were born, and I fell for you
Deeper than sun's root inside wind.

Like a child's friendship with colours
Fills the gap of rainbows,
You inked my words with voices of spring,

Turning love's tint into unaged green.
Sanjukta Nag Dec 2016
Our bodies are facing
The arms of dawn.
Conflicts of our skins
From night's reverie
Floating with fading purple.
Still lost in the depth of
Your starry mouth,
Particles of me
Merging into the universe.
Mingled thoughts
Under mingled fingers
Making galaxies crumbled
Time after time
Inside my closed eyes,
As I'm being washed by your
Warm luminosity.
I'm overwhelmed as Merged got selected as a daily poem. It means a lot to me. I'm grateful to all the poet-readers of HP. I wouldn't be able to achieve it without their support. Thanks a lot ❤
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
Long arms of moonlight are stretching out
To the gigantic ocean,
For touching those soft curls
Of her mahogany coloured hair.
Eyes more azure
Than Pacific's quiet dream
Glowing too bright,
Embarrassing the fluorescence of water.
Resting hands on the fair *******
She is floating on her back
Gazing at the blessed purple sky.
While silvery cream of starlets
Is nourishing every wet curve
Of her slender body, with
Gentle caress.
But the unfortunate humans are
Still unable to witness
The mystery of her beauty,
Which is carefully confined
Inside the secret chest of Mariana Trench.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
Tiny words of sacred hearts
Quietly migrate from cells to cells
Blood to blood, inside mine and yours.

Monarch butterflies of July
Dip wings in roadside violet buds
With legs yellowed by wasted pollens.

Two journeys of love and life
Continue till one faces ending line
Spirits keep resonating with lost truth.
Sanjukta Nag Sep 2015
When the soothing lights of your eyes
Exchange glances with the sun
On the colossal blue,
Colours start swimming around me
Like dazzling butterflies.
And my silly heart
Bewitched by your majestic charm,
Still revolves around you like a mere satellite,
Inspite of visualizing that
You have more moons than Jupiter!
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
I like the way your last night skin
Burns the iciness,
When the first reddish ray of sun
Penetrates each pore of your bare back.
And every time I touch
The mocha colour of your skin,
Fragrance of caffeine
Seeps in through my nerves
To make me intoxicated.
Now, there is no doubt left, that
My morning is going be good.
Sanjukta Nag Sep 2015
Snatching me from the valley of luminescence,
Drowsiness is devouring my mind
Little by little.
Before submitting myself in the chest of darkness,
The yearning for your tender touch
Is still keeping me awake…

With the melancholic long scream of night owl,
Hourglass is dropping sand grains
Little by little.
Before surrendering myself in the arms of slumber,
The craving for your tight embrace
Is still keeping me awake…
Sanjukta Nag Apr 2016
On the window glass,
Moon breaks into cold pieces,
Sudden taps of noisy wind play
Domestic music all the night.
We do have some
Dialogues of our conjugal ceremony
As lyrics, and some
Regular soliloquies of awakened eyes.
They roll down gradually
From the bedside table
To the cashmere carpet on the floor.
Embroidered daisies and doves,
Mock our innocence there.
As we are black, and blank, like
The moonless sky above the Dead Sea.
A sea where fishes do not live,
To celebrate this
Unbearable heaviness of reality.
Sanjukta Nag Apr 2016
I can still remember that dusk,
We stepped out in the drizzle to collect
The pebbles of sun.
They kept swirling in the airstream,
So soft, so free like your thoughts
Inside my ribcage.
Cold sprinkle made some of them wet,
Some even vanished before we touched their senses.
Mostly oval and round shaped,
With the playful brightness of seven colours.
You moved through them,
And let your skin absorb their vivid glow.
Fragments of violet brushed your eyelashes,
Hair accepted the waves of green.
While I placed
Sensual conjugation of orange and red
On your palm.
And it blushed like the primitive dawn,
The dawn of creation
When sun had first dropped its pebbles,
On the bare chest of earth.
Sanjukta Nag Sep 2015
You are my unsaid words.
I am your unfinished thoughts.

Striving together in synthesis,
To form the poetry of life.
Sanjukta Nag Sep 2015
She uttered the word,
With a smile on the corner of her lips.
They were sitting on a stone bench
In the green shade of a huge chestnut tree,
Leaning against each other.
His fingers were playing with her brown hair,
While his rapid heart was fancying a kiss.
“What? ” He replied,
Lifting an eyebrow out of curiosity
For that unknown word.
She began, “This is the sound of…”
But his heart was not patient enough
To hear more, and instantly
His supple lips touched those soft lips of hers.
Pa – *** – smik
The sound occurred.
She winked and he giggled in joy
As the mystery of poppysmic was unlocked.
Poppysmic is the sound, produced only when lips are kissed.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
Empty road of love
Laying roses on chest, waits
For your blushful feet.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
Shivering boughs of trees
Painted invisible strokes
On the warm atmosphere
Of our midnight secrecy.

Black mountains of moon
Melted on blanched sky
To deepen the colours of
Cupid's clever-conspiracy.
Sanjukta Nag Mar 2017
Few truths in the unexplored blues,
Their smokey heads sway
Inside your eyes.

I perceive us with your touch.

Holding out an arm
Everyday you point to the distant,

Though our naive feet don't know
How to read a map.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
The worst nightmare of a Star is
to fall from the sky
dissolve over the horizon.
A shooting star is never meant to fulfil your wish, as it can't even change its own fate of falling down!
Sanjukta Nag May 2016
Like the melting of
Sun’s burning
On the azure
Breast of ocean,
My soul’s
Ignited desire
Finds serenity
The sacred mirror
Of your
Ever-spring eyes.
Sanjukta Nag Dec 2016
Walking to you
With my unsighted vision
Quiet like the water
Inside a sleeping oyster.
The thought of us
Blinks with
Half lit blue's random dance.
And I keep moving,
Between the space
Of distance and closeness
Until being touched
By your dazzling words.
There I become the prayer
Mildly glowed
Reflecting the sound of
Your dreams.
Sanjukta Nag Apr 2016
Our silence is colourless,
Even thicker than the Milky Way.
Long lost dust of stars
Swim across our hidden souls.
Bit by bit we move
Keeping the asteroids in our eyes,
Welcoming the fragments of chiaroscuro
To reach for
Every pore of this space.
And still hope,
One day the big blue sphere between us
Will become small
So small that we'll crush
Its icy mountains
And melt it down into a river
Only to make the bridge of affection.
Sanjukta Nag Oct 2015
I rose with chilled air of dawn.
Holding the baby sun on my palm
I ponder at his mystery of liquefaction,
That spreads the hidden gold of Eldorado
Over my shivering shoulders.
I wish if I were a flamingo
Waiting on one leg
For the perfect moment of sunrise,
To dissolve all of my tints of pink
With his melted gold
On the blue lagoon of Galapagos.
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