Category: New Prose-Poetry

Love Is

by | Oct 4, 2023 | , , | 0 |

Dear Reader, If you are in Love, just like me, this is for you. Thanks for reading! My book “My Twirls The Said and The Unsaid” has many such prose-poetries. What should you expect from my book? Motivating words on embracing your journey Deep and engaging reflections on overcoming negative thoughts, letting go of your past and moving forward with your life Inspiring affirmations about how to revitalize your relationship with yourself Inspiring prose-poetries about self-esteem, acceptance, peace, growth and happiness Mindful attitude towards inner peace and strength And so much more! Get your lovely copies today and you will not be disappointed! Much love and gratitude to all those who support my work. You are amazing. Thank you so much. I would never be here without your support. Sending love to...

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The Blue and I

The Blue and I

by | Aug 14, 2023 | , , | 0 |

(Dedicated to the WonderBlue of Jasper&Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada) In the heart of the Earth’s canvas lies a gem A tranquil piece of artistry that goes by the name of Jasper&Banff’s Blue. It’s a shade that beckons the mind to wander To lose itself in the depths of a traveler’s roaming desire. Imagine a crystal Polished by time Revealing layers of blue that mirror the calm expanse of the sky on a rippleless serenity. Each hue is a moment of peacefulness A tranquil drop of blue eternity Like a whispered secret A quiet reflection of distant mountains on...

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The Journey By Train Prose poetry by Sanjukta Das

The Journey By Train Prose poetry by Sanjukta Das

by | Jul 27, 2023 | , , | 0 |

In the journey of life A lot of people jumped onto the train Towards a destination Called “Friendship” Some found the journey Tedious and uncomfortable A journey wearisome and arduos And jumped off very fast Some stayed on Yet Midway through the journey they encountered bliss And claimed it was enough. And a little later boarded a better train Some carried on Where the seats were cushioned with ‘Mutual respect’ they said And it made their journey more comfortable Bestowing solace upon their travel Some grew weary And claimed the journey was demanding Their steps turned wobbly They bid...

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Author Sanjukta Das

Author Sanjukta Das

Born and educated in India, Sanjukta migrated to Canada and is now an author based in Toronto.

Author Sanjukta Das

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Author Sanjukta Das
My Cocoon Mind My mind was like the cocoon I once saw in my gardenHanging on a leaf.A cocoonYes!My mind was!Woven tightly with Threads of my own thoughtsFearsAnd imaginings.I spun those layers Around myself Believing they protect me They define me. But in truthThis cocoon confined meTrapping me in the Illusions I had created.Then came that moment of stillnessWhenThe flash of realization happened!“This cocoon is my own making.” With that understanding My heart smiledThe layers began to fall away. I felt the lightness Of butterfly wingsComing to lifeWithin me. I broke freeShedding the bindings Of my mindI roseTo openUnburdenedAnd limitless.The wings flutteredAnd colours dripped from them.I have now chosen the coloursTo define myselfTo emerge as the butterflyFluttering freely From one flower To the nextEmbracing The beauty and vibrance Of life With every wingbeat.Copyright © Sanjukta Das30th December, 2024 ... See MoreSee Less

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The Quiet GiftAt least once in a lifetimeChristmas needs to come The way it did.With glittering lights That should warmCast shadows instead.The air this timeHummed with a laughter I am not a part ofAnd the spaces That once felt like I belonged Echoed with an absence.Perhaps it’s enough To smile at a memoryAt the sweetness of momentsThat felt real - once.Perhaps it’s fine To hear the silence in the carolsOnce played on the guitarThat stands in the cornerAnd smile back At the mirror reflection Of someone trying to belong.Perhaps it’s okay To wrap gifts for no oneAndTo set a place at the table Where no one will sit.Perhaps it’s not wrong To walk through Snow-draped streetsAnd imagine friends beside meWho forgot what it felt to walk The glittering streets aloneSmiling at strangersWhispering wishes Meant for othersThat come back unanswered.It’s not a coincidenceTo step into a crowded cafeAnd hear that song playing“Last Christmas I gave you my heart’As if it’s for meI smileWhile sipping coffee alone.For onceThe glow of lightsThe rustle of wrapping paperFelt as distant as the peopleI once thought were my own.In my loneliness I drink the second glass Of my homemadeSpiced mulled wine Made for noone else this yearAnd I wonderIf the warmth is enough.But despite it allI smile and askIs it okay to feel this ache?To long for inclusion in a world That moves without me?Perhaps it is.Perhaps At least once in a lifetimeEven loneliness is a gift We need to unwrap.Copyright © Sanjukta Das27th December, 2024 ... See MoreSee Less

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