My Book of Poems

By Ratul Banerjee

About the book:
My book captures the different facets of psychology and the river of thoughts that knock on the mind even when asleep or dormant , or in full awakened form, thinking direction less a drift , and perhaps the obscure past spanning the unknown past life knocks again ....... I believe that i am a somewhat special entity or person who is definitely introvert but that this loneliness has indirectly given me the strength or capacity to write down my poems , can be sad or forlorn memories .... Still i believe as in this book , they are worth reading

About the author:
I am miss ratul and my book is a recollections page out of the several pages of memory objectification ....... I like to write as well as i like creating acrylic artwork , i have done bsc honours in physics from calcutta university and thereafter computer education , nevertheless my mind still believes in and strolls nonchalantly on the obscure lanes and misty sunsets or sunrise leading back to a past life regressive travel of which i have less idea . My acrylic paintings can be found in fineartamerica.com website

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pencil
• Release date: Apr 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9789356106000

Book preview

reiterations

there i was .... once upon a while

present finds it just a faded obscure strip of memory with wings to fly

unrestricted through the tunnels, corridors of a dormant mind yet not awakened by any trigger

and i still wish i was there .......

every while i close the eyes in rest

a bleak perchance sensing feeling it , that abstraction

shrouded in mystery coming before my eyes as a mysterious bird in flight , flapping the stretched wings

it wants to communicate with me , perhaps in a different sign language unknown to me

in the slightest anticipation i understand or decipher its code

........... sometimes , there's just a flicker of strong light before the eyes , then seeing in the flash light beautiful picturesque scenes of glacial lakes underneath sprawling meadows , lofty mountains

still following the thought bird as it discreetly flies over a beautiful log cabin situated high up on the meadows

the ecstasy the exhilarating moment as if paradise is a stone's throw away

....... see , my life's sad ,