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Sangeeta Dey Roy

She paints pictures in the yonder, asking for the magical spell from the oranges and crimson of the skies to make beautiful sketches.poetry to her is like a magical wand that transfers both the poet and the reader into one unifying world.

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Sangeeta Dey Roy

White I dust the dusty shelves of mind,
Teeming with termites, which were
pinching holes in the prominent places and eradicating the fountains of my essence.
For quite some time ,I was feeling the feel of being squirmed with hazy shadows overlapping my essential thoughts.
And allowing the datk shades to creep.
Till ,I mustered courage, and allowed myself time to eliminate these creeps.
I dusted them off,revamped my site.
And closed the door to these unwanted visitors.

©Sangeeta Dey Roy # A different story from today # # renew

# A different story from today # # renew

Sangeeta Dey Roy

White Dusk slithered in gently, noiselessly
spread a sumptuous feast
of orange, crimson and red.
I basked in the glorious spread,
But before I could fully relish the feast,it closed its wings and slept.

©Sangeeta Dey Roy # the colours of dusk

# the colours of dusk #Quotes

Sangeeta Dey Roy

I picked up the wrinkled ,pale fallen leaves
Caressed them with my tender,probing gaze
But they seemed bent on being more wilting.
And hope seemed bleak and fleeing.

Suddenly my eyes saw the embroidered sky
And a warm ,cosy beckoning nest of love.

Thankfully my iris positioned on drizzling hope
Up above.

©Sangeeta Dey Roy
# hope# love# faith

# hope# love# faith #Poetry

Sangeeta Dey Roy

The wonderworld # life giving colours #Life

Sangeeta Dey Roy

Drench the world in the majestic affluence
with thy touch, O chords of
music , that can emanate life
In the still veins of lost souls.
Souls that weep and wail when
tempest lash its hail .
As they wander in the cascading flow
of emotions,may you sing
And blow the trumpet of joy.
You possess the healing grace
of fiesta of vibrancy and soft melody .

MUSIC....You truly is heralded as
rejuvenated decor.

©Sangeeta Dey Roy #worldmusicday

#worldmusicday #Poetry

Sangeeta Dey Roy

a million dusk, when the sky
spread a feast for the eyes,
My inner eye trailed down the pavement
To your lane , Mother
where you held my fingers
And asked me trace beyond the line.
And discern a world which
would be my anchor , whenever
I would find myself in a barren aisle.
your inundated self wore a meek garment
You either loved silence Or
Bore the blatant ,crude trumpet sound
Around you in feeble acceptance.
Yet you stood magnificent and killed your pain,
Dying a thousand deaths emotionally.
But your lips were besieged by the eveready smile.
I however didn't realise you were my panacea
Until the dark shadows engulfed
All the spectrum of colours , when you
Deserted us and left us alone.
The void since then ,had remained as unacceptable gory gloom,for countless days, when the heart incessantly ached.
Till the sky poured torrents
And decked herself in the same grandeur of colours,
Which your eyes beheld in the yesteryears.

And as you said,I scanned the horizon
Somewhere in the yonder,A smile surfaces.
A smile thats so much as your's.
Yes,I can beheld you .

The colours haven't dimmed,
you didn't take a permanent flight.
The stars very soon will gaze
And each is the living reminder of you
I can feel the tender feel of your grasp .

©Sangeeta Dey Roy #mother# none like you

#Mother# none like you

Sangeeta Dey Roy

There's a million times you raised
your delicate hands ,
Emanating a unheard message against hegemony.
Too many flowers have been plucked
Midway through their lifespan.
To the many WHY' S
you had calmed the pricky questions
By taking solace in weaving stories
About the evanescent dawn ,noon and dusk.
And when the night spread her blanket
you could feel a uncomfortable shroud
slowly gulping you.
In silence, You could only see one word.... Unwilling submission, Unwanted surrenderance .
That defined you and many.
You had been building bridges,but
The building blocks collapsed
The wear and tear was actually happening in you.
Maybe slowly gathering fuel
For the unpredictable tempest day.

©Sangeeta Dey Roy
# unpredictable tempest # against hegemony

# unpredictable tempest # against hegemony

Sangeeta Dey Roy

I gather speed,I am on the run ,
The lane winds about with ghostly turns ,
Air is redolent with fresh breezy waves.
But I have no time to relish .
The swinging branches laugh in glee
As they ask ," come dance with me" .

But I have no time to see.
The vapoury stillness intoxicates my spirit,
I long for some respite in its aura
And freely breathe.
But the yonder beckons me
I need to hasten my speed.

Therein lies my finish line
I need to reach.
The blossoms drenched in rain
Emanates a blush
I catch a a glimpse
And again pick up speed .

Theres so much work I need to finish
I have no time to spare to fulfill my heart's yearning.
Responsibility knocks and reminds me
Everytime I stop ,
At times I feel ,I can't carry on.

This was all yesterday ,
Today I reminisce ,
How I wish
I could run my fingers
through the velvety blossoms
And satisy my heart's longing.

In the whirlpool of my everyday duties,
I failed myself
Didn't hear any life's music
In the barren march of everyday responsibilities.

©Sangeeta Dey Roy
# life's continuous cycle of responsibilities # thankless job

# life's continuous cycle of responsibilities # thankless job

Sangeeta Dey Roy

Your ubiquitous serenity,
From the fathomless unknown

Penetrates her trenchant heart
with a ardour,gives birth to a yearning
perceived in the deepest crevices of her throbbing soul,yet unnamed .

you have always been the secret mystery
she drew in her solitude
The sighs of her bleeding heart
Must have been heard by you.

And yet you chose to remain dumb
To her innumerable aches,
Nevertheless she has always been a zealous
admirer of your benevolence.

Her solitary moments created the most exquisite
camaraderie with you
she flew for the secret rendezvous in the dead of the
night with you.

And with her sighs ,she melted in the
nectar of your divine barms
And breathed in resplendent heaven
In the warm ,comforting bosom of you.

And though your depth is a hidden mystery
For eyes of daylight,
she awaits for theeuphric flight
When the night in the darkest hour ,
Is inebriated and redolent with mad lucrative call.

©Sangeeta Dey Roy
#inebriated night # fragrance # flight

inebriated night # fragrance # flight

Sangeeta Dey Roy

oh,the flourorscent piggy tail days,
speaks today, from the distance.

A tale ,of innocence ,of giggles ,of eyes
that strained to see the lush pastures
on the other side of the lawn.
And stealthily striding there in daydreams.

of joyousness in carefree abundance
of throbbing hearts in zealous infatuation
Of opulence in the painted canvas of the dusk
of deep, sweet slumber in the dark ness of the cosmos.

of random laughter till the stomach ached
of whispers ,of blush ,of big dreams
of fairytale endings

of castles in the azure blue,
of secrets that soon everybody knew
of trenchant heart that often was capsized,
In fancies,
And took time to return to normalcy.

Aah! The reminiscent yesteryears
of crease free brows ,
Of euphoric days
Have become a ephemeral dream.
The prominent punctuation marks
And the margins of today
Didn't exist yesterday.

SURPRISINGLY.

©Sangeeta Dey Roy
#Piggy tail days# laughter # innocence

#Piggy tail days# laughter # innocence #Poetry

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