by Atul Chandra Sarkar
When you left me,
I was confounded,
What to do or not, so,
I doodled your name
In different fonts:
Quirky, funky, groovy,
Joined-up, looped, running,
Straights, curls, floral,
Hairline, slim, trim,
Bold, thick, vintage,
Geometric, stenciled;
Happy and slain emoticons,
In a variety of black and grey;
However, what surprised me,
Was the unconscious,
Passage of lonely hours,
And my scrap book,
Fluttering blank pages;
I introverted and discovered,
A lovelorn heart,
In a half-covered shroud,
Stained by bleeding graffiti.
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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 August 21, 2016