by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Caught in geometrics:
Points of beauty spots,
Lines, curves, angles,
Rising and falling
In an enigmatic undulation
With graceful fluidity,
I forgot that your embrace
Would abandon me
In circles of memories,
With me at the center,
Pierced by the compass point
Of parting and caught
Disenchanted in charcoal dark,
Concentrics of despair,
Depression, alienation,
Existential ennui,
Trudging down the road of life;
Like a hurt eventide
Gauzed with mist, smog,
Red patched, mercurochromed cirrus;
Limping beyond the horizon,
Into an uncharted woodland
Of indomitable darkness.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Double Post Graduate in Philosophy and Sociology and LLB degree-holder, a Gold Medalist from Canning College, University of Lucknow, U.P. India. Presently engaged as Advisor (Industrial Relations) and Public Information Officer (Corporate) at Uttar Pradesh Rajya Vidyut Utpadan Nigam Ltd., Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India and is a Guest Faculty at Electricity Training Institute, Sarojini Nagar, Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh on the Right to Information Act, 2005. An Advocate registered with the Bar Council. Articles, poems and short stories have been published in popular National dailies like Pioneer, Northern India Patrika, Times of India, Campus Verse, Shaktivani, etc. A Blogger at Times of India's speakingtree and having a flair for oil painting. A democratic, liberal and humanist to the core.
Last updated March 20, 2015