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...

 Mountains Believe Poem- The Mountain makes me believe, That there is a greater meaning, For every arrant. That every barque, Has its own bard. That even if I try to fly off Into the wide blue yonder, There will always be a horizon That I won't be able to cross by - Anomitra Sarkar Message by the Poet- You should always try to extend your limits but upto a limit. If try to over-extend those limits and search for them. Let me tell you'll end up being crazy. That's why know your limits. Try until you can.

 The Old Women Poem- There is she,  A hopeless and stuttering Old Woman. Peeping out all day Watchin' over, The flickering night stars Watchin' over, The flickering daisies The tree is hiding from the shade Of her own leaves. Everytime I pass by, I espy her. Her orb slightly opens, Which is more rubescent, Every next day. Even the blow of a zephyr Can't pass her, Stygian and eld fate  Or her torn out Visage and vestures. by - Anomitra Sarkar Me ssage by the Poet- The best thing about this poem is that, every word is true. How old they might be or maybe they haven't done the best for you. But you gotta understand, it was the best they could have done and what you are doing by not taking care for him/her is the least you can do. So, take care of you old father or mother. He/she had you as a responsibility now its your turn to take care of her as a responsibility, it should be a necessity to take care for him/her, don't consider this a burden.   

 So Much Forgotten Poem- So much forgotten, It's like the pearl From the pink sapphire tree  That turned into a rusty iron  Before it had fallen afar. So much forgotten, That the start of seasons  Results a darker night, Without the prior light I can't forget. So much forgotten, That a seemless grim Trolls my inner for answers, And the Earl of happiness Asunders and bestrews me by - Anomitra Sarkar Message by the poet- Sometime even if you are in a crowd you feel alone and disconnected. It's okay I feel it too. It's like you're in a dark room and you are locked like forever. There are two things you can do sit in the darkness and let it consume you. But the other is find the torch and maybe the torch was always there, you just kept your palm over it. Remove that palm maybe the key is besides you.

 As I Rose Again Poem- Slashes of head and wrinkles And as they burn in agony And when ye'all  Flowin' with the withered whisk of blood Signalling that silver tint of night You slumbered on tears and sorrow. For that ev'ry mother born For that ev'ry bale lies  For that cast of millions and millions of chains And as it fell down of rust, It took the gore smile away, And as the gnarled hand of fate wrestled back in,  they rose again. And as for those hundred hands  For those whom ev'ry night that got away Clamped'em with those blood red hands And on that day, as I rose again by - Anomitra Sarkar Message by the Poet- A poem on the freedom struggle of independence day, hope you like it. Once a great soul said,  "Let your country and unity be your biggest power."

 Try To Climb Poem- I was in the park. Waiting to forget and forgive My dolour and my ablaze past. I kept my spe cs aside and gazed everywhere. Nearby, I saw a kid. Quarter, my age. He tried to climb against the slide. Quarter, he covered. And then he slipped off his soft crawls. He slides down. Without even a quarter regret, With soft chuckles. He tried again. I don't recall that idea. I don't recall that abstruse message. Quarter minute later, I left to try again, What the child had abjured. by - Anomitra Sarkar Message by the poet- Simple things can bring or tell many things. All you need is some time away from your area of comfort. Never be tense of your situation. Ask yourself are you satisfied with yourself. If yes, then stop for a bit, explore a more about yourself and the others in your surrounding and start-over new. If the answer is no, search for it the yes, try out every possible permutation or combination until it works for you. never stop until you are satisfied....

 A Whisper Poem- It's moving, Right under my bed. I creep under every time I hear a whisper. The whisper is unknown, Though comforting. As it speaks, "If you come in the rain, Bring me in, Bring me too." by - Anomitra Sarkar Message by the Poet- A random poem for loneliness. Don't worry there is always someone with you, so as to help you get out of the situation or loneliness you are feeling. Just let them in and give them a chance.