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I cannot write poetry . However,what I write, I cannot call it prose. Whenever I've shown it to someone they said it was poetry. You read and decide then let me know



Monday, 16 March 2026

ACROSTIC

 SRISHTI


So you came into our lives,
Raising new hopes,
Instantly  bringing happiness,
Soothing woes.

Held close to my heart,
Tiny and trembling in my arms
In you,  I found true love.


HEIGHT 


Height is deceiving. 
Erases cracks and crooked edges
Inlaid within perfect grids and ordered lines .
Google maps smooth the scars,
Hiding peeling paint and dirt
Till you touch the earth 


AJANTA CHAKRABORTY 

Practice with Arcostic poetry form.
The first alphabets of each line spell Ajanta Chakraborty 
 

And I watch the sun
Just peeping from behind a lumpy white cloud
As another day breaks.
Noise of the waking city
Thaws my sleepy mind
And I jump out of bed.
Churning through my daily chores
Hurriedly I get ready—
After all, I must live this day
Kindly, simply being me.
Remembering my duties to myself
Amassing all my strength
Braving my innate laziness,
Obediently I sit.
Retracing my thoughts,
Thinking what I should write,
Yesterday’s memories return.




MOTHER
Most nights
Our days of togetherness,
Tender moments ,
Hover into my sleep
Erasing pain.
Restored, refreshed, I wake again. 


SRISHTI

So you came into our lives,
Raising new hopes,
Instantly  bringing happiness,
Soothing woes.

Held close to my heart,
Tiny and trembling in my arms
In you,  I found true love.


Faith is my biggest healer

Finding my core
Amidst the chaos in life
Is the quiet courage
That keeps me rising ,
Holding me steady as I dare new heights 


FATHER 27.02.2026 

For six years now you are gone.
Amidst life's chaos
Timeless memories come alive
Helping us to live on.
Everlasting in your gentle charm,
Remembered always, with much love.

DEEP. 02.03.2026
Down memory  lane
Eternal bliss remains.
Emerging thoughts
Pave the way.






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