MY BLOGS ~Anomitra Sarkar

 Ignored Fog Poem- Today I decided To curl the curtain And peep outside But all I saw was fog And I can't identify that fog Just I knew that The fog Was waiting for a left alone booth For a long time To see chink of a transient sight of me To fill the beach footprint With inside of his cirque But all I did Was to do the cinch of Ignoring by - Anomitra Sarkar www.google.com Message by the Poet- Sometimes you want to express your feelings to some person but you fear that instead of understanding the matter they will understand more or just judge you. I know its hard to keep the secrets but got to let it out. Not to wrong person, if you have a friend, a sister, a trustworthy, a parent let it out; a diary or journal is okay. Too much secrets in the heart can poison you. Even if you are able to suppress it and someday see that its changing you or you feel like "I can't take it anymore" just let the most innermost secret out to make the heart feel light.  

 Night Stars Poem- I lay in the emerald blush, Emblem of the season And rust of night. I see the gazed sky It swallows me. It is like the valley of embers Some popping, Some chirping, Some raging. by - Anomitra Sarkar Message by the Poet- The only thing that diverts me from my daily prayers is stars. The blind emptiness of the space delights me. The stars tell me, that there is something that never changes unlike the living.

  LET YOU HEART OUT Poem- A grit note on your body- On your dangled lies And on your damped eyes. Well, what are you afraid of? Those palms of hands? Those grim eyes? What does your stride tell you about- Your inner face? Your broken ribs? The strange lines on your wrist? What does stop you? A tempered press against the wall, A tight hold, Or an incoming death. You're a human too, quite a phenomenal one. Then what grieves you? A distorted colour of your lips, A strait of blood draining out, Or an incoming news headline. What do you want? More carcasses of life and death, Rather than ending it. There are hands pressed against your mouth, A rope tied on your neck, simmering around. Then hang yourselves... Choke yourselves... But let the flute of the heart be out. Let your phenomenal truth out- Let the sour truth be out- Let your heart out, out of your heart. by - Anomitra Sarkar Message by the poet- From last year, almost 7%, rape cases have increased, according to some approximation...

SHE SPEAKS NOTHING Poem- It's all shaking.... Her mind and her hand  Her eyes are like old grass All dried up Waiting for a shower Her skin is like an ashed oak Which envies the maple She espies the rain Which the summer of transparent July morning shall bring for her But ye all walk over her She is not touched by any of it She grows upon her own tears And for her lips They speak but not enough Most of it, the odds and pain stays in the deep and dark folds . by - Anomitra Sarkar Message by the Poet - Every household women(especially) or any girl, women, child; may have faced a touch of exploitation. You may call it discrimination but to me it is exploitation and yes don't mix those two. Women are exploited because they are weak. How exactly? No, women are not weak, no one is. Women are more stronger and hard-working than any of us, but at the same time they s uppress their voice, emotions and opinions. Raise it out, let the world know. It is not always important to leave a issu...