Anuraag Sharma
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A man is not born till he dies
the 'a man' once lived and loved
hugged and was hanged
one time, two times and many…
...
Drip - drop, drip-drop
it rained over my roof-top
upon my tin - shade wetting the walls
and the fields behind and the green crop
...
Once there was a he -
a mowed inkpot
fingers were little holders
with broken G-nibs
...
The sun--fevered, falling
'hectic red' -- coughs a moon out. Viral day mews with pain.
An across is first a through then beyond... then gone.
A Plato- evening revives a Socratic day in whispered dialogues.
...
Now
the heat here
melts the memory cubes congealed then and there....
Once a butterfly flew around the tiny spots of greenery at the outdoors and then suddenly flew away clapping
...
I had a dream.
It is no longer there.
A step down the aircraft
strangled it at once.
...
And you taught me—it is a
world of imperfections. Even God
is imperfect. And I believed. Was
shocked to learn that an imperfect
...
When I look back you are there
when I look sideways you are again there.
I feel you occasionally though.
The warmth of your shadow seeps
...
By the time you are back home
I would be a wall—lone and lonely
in shambles, though
sans corners all, cornered so
...
Every day I pass the road by which
he is lying buried in.
The turn at the road bends
and an involuntary bow—a tilt so sudden—
...
It was an unknown number
he rang me up from.
My instant hello
instantly answered—Hello,
...
That is the mohalla
favourite down the memory lane
he loved to roam around and stop at each shop
of crackers.
...
Anuraag Sharma Biography
ANURAAG SHARMA Anuraag Sharma is a bilingual poet and creative writer from Ajmer, India.A retired Professor of English, he has to his credit nearly 28 books, including collections of poems, short stories, critical studies, a trilogy of plays, volumes of translations, etc.published so far. He has guided as many as 25 scholars for the award of the degree of Ph D and M.Phil. A globe trotting Seminarian, he has represented India at various international forums in China, Denmark, Australia, the U.S. and Fiji. His poems and articles have appeared in numerous international magazines and research journals. For the last fifteen years, he has been the Editor of the biannual international journal of Poetry & Creative Writing -- PROSOPISIA -- which is the flagship of ARAWLII (Academy of (W) riters and World Literati) of which he is the life long President. A cancer survivor, he is a full time writer and currently lives in Ajmer.)
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A Man/The Man
A man is not born till he dies
the 'a man' once lived and loved
hugged and was hanged
one time, two times and many…
Yet another day murdered
evening washes her hands
one time, two times and many…
no, no, let not life be a lady - M
whispered William - the prompter
from behind the curtain
but then, it grew - blazing like a blade - and colossus.
Crushed and murdered a 'the man'
(who) once lived and loved
hugged and was hanged.
It was sin to love
he loved to sin
one time, two times and many…
Meanness he pitied
no, no, I'm not Jesus - he forgave all
at all was not forgiven.
If I be a world, the world loves the sinner AD.
For 70 years, nay, for nine hundred and thirty years
a 'the man' chopped the woods to get a cross
for the 'a man' - waiting to be hanged.
yet another day crucified
evening collects blood in a sunny grail.
Am I the one on the left?
Are you the one on the right?
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