Saunter Poems - Poems about Saunter

There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched, to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot, where incidental hue or august colour wash abound, or that March bloom tantalising shady patch, with its dreamlike mystic wide-flung allure, some blue pigment dawn whisper tempting spur on, that hidden orange-red sunlit prompt I can’t curb, I follow blindly without oppugning brier cloak pitfalls, yet noonday mishap...

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There is an urge within me to wander randomly, to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope, incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter, or just as likely that tantalising shady patch, with its dreamlike mystical allure so faraway, this blue pigment dawn whisper as tempting spur on, that hidden orange-red sunlit prompt I can’t curb despite myself, I follow blindly without...

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As they saunter on the sunny terrace So few parks here in Kolkata to walk Almost not a friend around to embrace They are silent devoid of any talk In their body they are walking forward Do we not always move ahead in time? Inside the cage in mind they walk backward Many a wind there in many a chime Morning grows...

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Morning breeze whispers, winter is here, And I welcome the first snowfall. Who shaped the snowflakes and painted them white, Silent are secrets of sky, And I saunter alone. Icicles hanging from naked branches, Some of them like meandering around, Creating a wonderful gleaming art, While some eagerly wait to touch the ground. Cold sunrays emerge, Shiny snow, pure and peaceful, White blanket...

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Memories recall Walking in the obscure night Without a regret Thinking under the rain stroll Tomorrow holds a new life 2-28-2016...

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Sons' (graves) crunch afoot; my retch (rose) on pale marrow. Late, this sun's dissent....

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