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Being an avid reader from a very young age, she loved reading old English classics when she was in school. In fact she grew up reading them and the famous English magazine called The Readers’ Digest. She used to write off and on, but never took it seriously until now. She started by writing creative non-fiction, but then slowly poetry took over and now it has completely captured her imagination. She loves the idea of amalgamating nature with emotions and one can often find a generous sprinkling of it in her poetry. She also loves to paint mainly landscapes and still life as of now. Several of her poetries has been published in RAVENCAGE E-ZINE MAGAZINE and INTERNATIONAL CULTURAL FORUM FOR HUMANITY AND CREATIVITY. One of her poem THE RAINY DESIRE was recently published in CULTURAL REVERENCE a renowned e magazine. She has also won several certificates from various honorable poetry groups in Facebook. She hails from India and is currently living in the city of Kolkata.
Her name is Moitreyee Raju. She lives in New Town, Kolkata, India.
।। Poetry।।
IMPOVERISHED
Poverty is a highly cherished entity.
No don't be surprised...cherished it is!
'Cause it satiates the urge for charity;
For many it's even a road to sanctity.
Here famine of thoughts and feelings
very gleefully display their ugly peelings!
Poverty's barren valley
is unscrupulously left to rally,
all those deep seated woes buried in its alley;
Woes mired in both kind and creed
and are powerful enough to make you weep!
But do you weep...?
At the perpetual indifference,
showered with such deep reverence?
Writ large in the eyes of your brethren?
Their pangs of hunger
have often made me wonder,
how do they muster such candor?
I can sense a seething volcano within;
A revolt, is what they're asking?
But being quiet amidst the disquiet
has been the gigantic bane
of this very vast human lane.
But poverty can even create trysts
wherever it comes to exist;
Yes, trysts with the mind
where poverty really thrives!
And my thoughts often glide,
on the wavy tides
of a poverty stricken mind....!
Like the deep dark cloak of night
when poverty enters the domain of mind,
leaving it impoverished,
making it appear malnourished,
evergreen thoughts then sound gibberish;
As if there never is a day after the night,
resemblant of a dark tunnel devoid of light.
It's a happening that happens in you
when poverty outgrows you!
Poverty creates a dreamer,
the dreamer salvages the achiever.
But an impoverished mind
has an opium like bind,
that can only trample and curtail your rise!!
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THE RAINY CUDDLE
As I stand by the window
in a thoughtful crescendo,
thinking about life's
innumerable innuendos,
I see all at once
Nature's dramatic stance!
It's the cumulonimbus clouds
that gather with aplomb;
darting all around the sky
like a big black stallion;
announcing the arrival of rainfall
with its distinguished decorum.
The streaks of lightning
and the sound of thunder
are now, all too eager
to release the rainy wonder!
The earth below waits
with outstretched arms
as if saying,
"Oh come soon,
and sing me your rainy psalm."
The rain answers
at first with large pearly droplets;
Making the earth remember
its last joyous dreamlet;
Then the watery breeze
creates a seducing tease,
coercing the tall palm trees
to shake in unison,
while bending a little
in the winds direction.
The rain has its own symphony;
orchestrating music
that caresses the periphery.
It's drumming and humming
gives the heart
a tuneful strumming.
I look far and wide
and rainfall is all what I find;
On the road on the roof on the pane on the lane
now rainfall is visible in every terrain!
The earth looks
puddled and muddled,
the greenery looks subtle,
and the mind...?
The mind leisurely begins to relish
the rainy cuddle!!
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WHEN MY LOVE CALLS
My love calls at uncalled for hours....
When the night is blooming
in the realm of its own artistry...
a spec of moonlight
dares to caress your charming face;
Almost instantly
I stoop to plant a kiss
On your sleepy lips...
It's that moment when my love calls...
a love that refuses to outgrow!
Then again as the day breaks
and the sun's aureole glow
begin to spread its wings....
You sit beside me
pouring tea in my cup,
Lemon tea...
that you make
with practiced expertise...
Just the way i like it;
It's that moment again
when my love calls...
A love that refuses to outgrow!
When the tables are turned
Or when feeling the blue...
You know..
And I know too....
That familiar terrain of comfort....
Where we rush to gather
that unbridled feeling...
A feeling more pure than gold;
Again it's that moment
when my love calls...
A love that refuses to outgrow!
When we have to succumb to the will of time
and you or I will have to fly
to an abode different and high....
Yet still my love will call
to help recall
those moments of love,
A love that refused to outgrow!!
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