Sangeeta Dey Roy

Sangeeta Dey Roy

She paints pictures in the yonder, asking for the magical spell from the oranges and crimson of the skies to make beautiful sketches.poetry to her is like a magical wand that transfers both the poet and the reader into one unifying world.

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White I dust the dusty shelves of mind, Teeming with termites, which were pinching holes in the prominent places and eradicating the fountains of my essence. For quite some time ,I was feeling the feel of being squirmed with hazy shadows overlapping my essential thoughts. And allowing the datk shades to creep. Till ,I mustered courage, and allowed myself time to eliminate these creeps. I dusted them off,revamped my site. And closed the door to these unwanted visitors. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy

White I dust the dusty shelves of mind, Teeming with termites, which were pinching holes in the prominent places and eradicating the fountains of my essence. For quite some time ,I was feeling the feel of being squirmed with hazy shadows overlapping my essential thoughts. And allowing the datk shades to creep. Till ,I mustered courage, and allowed myself time to eliminate these creeps. I dusted them off,revamped my site. And closed the door to these unwanted visitors. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy

# A different story from today # # renew

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White Dusk slithered in gently, noiselessly spread a sumptuous feast of orange, crimson and red. I basked in the glorious spread, But before I could fully relish the feast,it closed its wings and slept. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy

#Quotes White Dusk slithered in gently, noiselessly spread a sumptuous feast of orange, crimson and red. I basked in the glorious spread, But before I could fully relish the feast,it closed its wings and slept. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy

# the colours of dusk

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I picked up the wrinkled ,pale fallen leaves Caressed them with my tender,probing gaze But they seemed bent on being more wilting. And hope seemed bleak and fleeing. Suddenly my eyes saw the embroidered sky And a warm ,cosy beckoning nest of love. Thankfully my iris positioned on drizzling hope Up above. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy

# hope# love# faith

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The vast canopy ofmy reveries Possessed a library of enthralling colours , Where stories of steadfast love and loyalty Were written loud on the banner. Hand in hand bathed in warmth rang loud and clear . Butterflies roamed the sky and Cuckoos sang mystic songs. The air resonated with the redolences of pristine joy. And all awhile as we took the walk through Both the upheavals and soft meadow, Your unfading smiles and firm grip Led me on,I could feast my eyes on the Spectrum of swirling colours . A dream,a fancy in the land of innocence That paved the pathway and made it easier to stand abreast the storm. But when reality knocked And the curtain moved aside, The wonderworld was robbed of its radiance and the life giving colours. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy

The vast canopy ofmy reveries Possessed a library of enthralling colours , Where stories of steadfast love and loyalty Were written loud on the banner. Hand in hand bathed in warmth rang loud and clear . Butterflies roamed the sky and Cuckoos sang mystic songs. The air resonated with the redolences of pristine joy. And all awhile as we took the walk through Both the upheavals and soft meadow, Your unfading smiles and firm grip Led me on,I could feast my eyes on the Spectrum of swirling colours . A dream,a fancy in the land of innocence That paved the pathway and made it easier to stand abreast the storm. But when reality knocked And the curtain moved aside, The wonderworld was robbed of its radiance and the life giving colours. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy

The wonderworld # life giving colours

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Drench the world in the majestic affluence with thy touch, O chords of music , that can emanate life In the still veins of lost souls. Souls that weep and wail when tempest lash its hail . As they wander in the cascading flow of emotions,may you sing And blow the trumpet of joy. You possess the healing grace of fiesta of vibrancy and soft melody . MUSIC....You truly is heralded as rejuvenated decor. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy

#worldmusicday Drench the world in the majestic affluence with thy touch, O chords of music , that can emanate life In the still veins of lost souls. Souls that weep and wail when tempest lash its hail . As they wander in the cascading flow of emotions,may you sing And blow the trumpet of joy. You possess the healing grace of fiesta of vibrancy and soft melody . MUSIC....You truly is heralded as rejuvenated decor. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy

#worldmusicday

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#Mother a million dusk, when the sky spread a feast for the eyes, My inner eye trailed down the pavement To your lane , Mother where you held my fingers And asked me trace beyond the line. And discern a world which would be my anchor , whenever I would find myself in a barren aisle. your inundated self wore a meek garment You either loved silence Or Bore the blatant ,crude trumpet sound Around you in feeble acceptance. Yet you stood magnificent and killed your pain, Dying a thousand deaths emotionally. But your lips were besieged by the eveready smile. I however didn't realise you were my panacea Until the dark shadows engulfed All the spectrum of colours , when you Deserted us and left us alone. The void since then ,had remained as unacceptable gory gloom,for countless days, when the heart incessantly ached. Till the sky poured torrents And decked herself in the same grandeur of colours, Which your eyes beheld in the yesteryears. And as you said,I scanned the horizon Somewhere in the yonder,A smile surfaces. A smile thats so much as your's. Yes,I can beheld you . The colours haven't dimmed, you didn't take a permanent flight. The stars very soon will gaze And each is the living reminder of you I can feel the tender feel of your grasp . ©Sangeeta Dey Roy

#Mother# none like you

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