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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
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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