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How to Start Writing Prose Poetry- Beginners Guide

How to Start Writing Prose Poetry- Beginners Guide

by | Aug 9, 2023 | , | 0 |

To begin your journey into the world of prose poetry, immerse yourself in the form by reading a variety of prose poems from different poets. This exposure will help you understand the diverse styles and themes within the genre and offer inspiration for your own work. As you start writing, embrace the freedom that prose poetry offers. Unlike traditional poetry, there are no rigid rules or structures to constrain you. Let your creativity flow without inhibitions and explore the limitless possibilities of language and expression.

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Free Verse vs. Structured Poetry: Choosing the Right Form for Your Expression

Free Verse vs. Structured Poetry: Choosing the Right Form for Your Expression

by | Aug 6, 2023 | , | 0 |

Choosing the right form of expression in poetry, whether it’s free verse or structured poetry, is a critical decision that directly impacts how the poet’s message and emotions are conveyed. The choice between the two forms depends on the poet’s intent and the effect they wish to achieve. Free verse allows for greater creative freedom and flexibility, as it lacks strict rules and patterns.

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Top Women Authors Who Redefined Literature

Top Women Authors Who Redefined Literature

by | Aug 4, 2023 | , | 0 |

Throughout history, a remarkable cohort of Top Women Authors has courageously redefined the landscape of literature, enriching the literary world with their profound insights, innovative storytelling, and unwavering commitment to their craft. These visionary writers shattered societal norms, challenged prevailing ideologies, and fearlessly explored the human condition with depth and sensitivity.

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The Library- Prose poetry by Sanjukta Das

The Library- Prose poetry by Sanjukta Das

by | Jul 26, 2023 | | 2 |

I stepped into our campus library A temple of learning Where nurturing minds seek refuge And I held my breath Just witnessing to the shelves stretching long and wide Mesmerized by the vast enchantment Trapped in the labyrinth of books. I walked and browsed through the shelves A haven of books Each one numbered And in proper order kept Knowing each one was a boundless symphony of wisdom A treasure trove of knowledge unsurpassed “Please hold me and take me home” they whispered aloud in chorus Their silent shouts woven together Ready to defy the dignified camaraderie shared In...

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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
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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