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Crafting Emotion: How to Infuse Feeling into Prose-Poetry

by Sanjuktadas | Oct 2, 2023 | MY POETRY CORNER, Writing Tips | 0 |

Blog By Sanjukta Das When it comes to prose-poetry, the power of emotion is indispensable. Prose poetry itself sits at the crossroads of two literary worlds—prose and poetry—blending the attributes of both to produce something unique. Much like traditional poetry, it thrives on emotional intensity, creating a landscape where feeling and form collide in a breathtaking fusion. In this exploration, we will delve into the art of crafting emotion in prose poems, illuminating how this potent element can elevate your work to new emotional and artistic heights. What is Emotional Crafting in Prose Poetry? Emotional crafting refers to the...

The BarbieSaree Fever

by Sanjuktadas | Jul 29, 2023 | SAREE LOVER | 0 |

This post is to celebrate Barbie’s commitment to diversity that sends a powerful message that inclusivity is essential and should be embraced. It supports the ongoing social progress towards a more equitable and just society.

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Author Sanjukta Das

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

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Radha's MurmurRadha does not speak of itYet it lingersIt is hersA quiet pulse beneath her skinA longing in her day's endless ache.She walks the worn path through the groves Where the air is thick with the scent of jasmine and dusk. Each step is measuredEach glance stolen.Her Anantha is everywhereIn the flute’s call that threads through the windIn the dust rising from the earth where his feet once pressed. Though she knows Her Anantha is within.She heard his name in the river's murmur And felt the sky blush at her lookShe knows how a thousand hearts bloom with love For him. But Radha does not covet him for herselfShe has no longing to possessShe does not chaseShe does not reachYet something within her leansWaiting.Then the flute sings again A sound only she hears While the night held her breathRadha closes her eyesThe echo settled into her Like the hush of a sacred promise. A soft smile touches her lips As she whispers to the wind, "I can wait."Her love is not a cryIt is a hushA secret she keeps even from herself.Painting Artist Vishal MisraCopyright © Sanjukta DasFebruary 4th, 2025 ... See MoreSee Less

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Unspoken ReverieI have so much to tell youBut the words trembleToo fragile to hold The weight of what I feel.You walked back into my lifeAnd the air shiftedSuddenly softerFullerAs if the years apart had conspiredTo prepare this momentTo align us once againLike constellations in a familiar sky.I want to tell you How the sight of youEven after all this timeStill feels like sunlightSpilling into my shadowed cornersHow your voiceNot just a sound But a memoryA melody that carries meBack to a place I thought I had left behindLifting my heart to placesI promised myself I’d never return to.I want to tell you About the silenceThe charged electric stillnessThat lingers between usEven after yesrsThe minute our eyes metHow it feels like the rhythm Of old conversationsStill synchronizing our breathsInto something sacredSomething we’ve never Fully let go of.I need you to know How your touchEven imaginedStill leaves a markTracing invisible lines Across my soulLines that tether meTo the us we once wereTo a love that defies Both reason and time.I have so much to tell you.But even nowThese wordsNo matter how carefully chosenCan only be fragmentsOf what I still carry for you.This vast endless thingUnspoken yet undeniableStill whispers your nameWith every exhale of my soul.And soAs I sit hereLooking at youI say nothingTo the others.For what I feel Is too much for wordsBut perhapsYou already know.Copyright © Sanjukta DasJanuary 19th, 2025 ... See MoreSee Less

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