by Atul Chandra Sarkar
In rainy evenings,
It has happened,
A number of times;
Looking outside
The window for you,
I myself have become,
A window-pane:
Raindrops outside,
A fog inside,
A hapless mind
Strolling futile,
Hand in hand,
With a broken heart,
Through the woods of nostalgia,
Along the pathways of memories;
Hoping against hope,
To get you back again,
As you recede behind
The foggy pane,
All what I can do,
Is to scribble,
Your honeyed name
On the teary fog,
Through which I can see,
The gardener untangle
The liana, which days
Before had clung to it,
Like wet clothes,
From which had emanated,
The smokeless
Flames of passion!
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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 July 16, 2016