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Ajay Mukherjee Poem
Don’t blame me if you lose my love halfway.
I once wished too much, like a spark in the dark,
and built a house of love-dreams.
You took my hand with gladness,
then slowly unmade me with your quiet indifference,
like a tide pulling sand from the coast.
Don’t blame me if you lose my love halfway,
And pretend my love, nothing but a fantasy whim.
When your silence cuts deeper like a knife
than your words ever healed my life.
You never saw the scars you left, like cracks in glass—
Or perhaps you saw them and let them pass.
Copyright © Ajay Mukherjee | Year Posted 2026
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Ajay Mukherjee Poem
When my stagnant time stretched like a vast desert,
The clouds forgot how to descend and gift rain.
You showered a cool drop into my lonely summer days;
a single droplet from you made my existence heaven.
When life seemed to be ending—though the end was still far—
I stood quiet and immobile beneath the vast sky
and blamed the distant stars for shining so far away.
You brought a cool wind to a parched, heavy day.
Copyright © Ajay Mukherjee | Year Posted 2026
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Ajay Mukherjee Poem
My heart longs for you serenely
When the quiet dawn breathes its pale hue,
And the faraway stars fade one by one from the sky;
When the daystar sinks beyond the town
And, for a while, the earth gets ready to slumber down,
I feel you again.
My heart longs for you serenely
When I listen to a melody—your eyes hover before mine;
When I read a book, your face emerges from this.
When I unfold your old letters, your voice seems so near,
And my eyes quietly fill with tears.
I feel you again.
Copyright © Ajay Mukherjee | Year Posted 2026
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Ajay Mukherjee Poem
Give me a Quiet Hour with You —
Before the Light resigns —
To lean against the Afternoon —
And breathe between the Pines —
Let me beside Your Silence sit —
As though the World were small —
Give me a Quiet Hour with You —
That scarcely moved at all —
To touch a Hand so softly held —
It startled even Air —
And whisper not aloud Your Name —
Lest Heaven overhear —
Copyright © Ajay Mukherjee | Year Posted 2026
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Ajay Mukherjee Poem
Body on the bed burns with fever.
Morning seems brighter, yellowish.
sunlight soaks my dirt-shrunk shirt.
A small page slips from a book,
written: "Take care of yourself."
Liquid gathers in the corners of the eyes.
That silent evening - "yes,"
a touch of her soft hand.
And tired legs roamed through a long day.
Two or three promises were counted
at day's end, the last rays of the sun faded.
Dusk creepily settles in dreamy eyes.
Thunder shudders my fragmented thoughts.
The curtain laps slothfully in a mild wind.
Raindrops drizzle, pattering outside -
Fresh pink petals stare from the green lawn.
Copyright © Ajay Mukherjee | Year Posted 2026
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Ajay Mukherjee Poem
When I first arrived at that place,
Its splendor stole breath from me
Trees cast their shivering shadows
In a languid, sloth-veiled mystery.
I came anew after fifteen lone rains,
Yet naught appeared to change.
I repose alone till, stirred in vision,
A presence dim, vague, and strange.
One from my ancient reappeared
It seemed that one wandered near,
I only asked the ponderous mind:
Where are those who were here?
Copyright © Ajay Mukherjee | Year Posted 2026
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Ajay Mukherjee Poem
Your womanly grace touched even heaven’s face,
and I loved you at that first, sudden sight.
I watched your wondering eyes in quiet hours,
in slothful time, devotion shaped the soul.
In loving you, I came to know your stanch faith,
and my wandering heart entwined with your sacred spirit.
At each day’s end, twilight pressed upon my chest,
and my heart trembled at the thought of leaving you.
Copyright © Ajay Mukherjee | Year Posted 2026
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Ajay Mukherjee Poem
Do not fear, Love—I am with you.
Life at times is bitter strife,
With restless thunder in the rain;
Yet love persists, gentle and eternal.
Though bright rapture seems to fade,
It dwells within the quiet heart,
A tranquil, enduring shade.
Do not fear, Love—I am with you.
Should sudden defeat appear,
Let not the brave spirit fall.
Perhaps in boundless silence vast,
Our lonely voices may be lost;
Or we struggle and rise at last,
And long-sought bliss be crossed.
Copyright © Ajay Mukherjee | Year Posted 2026
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Ajay Mukherjee Poem
Oh my love, let me praise your face—
bright as the moon rising over still skies,
and the depth of your eyes, dark as evening pools,
where I long to sink and taste love’s nectar
as a bee sips from a single blossom.
My love, let me praise your soul.
One day your face will wrinkle and fade,
like brown leaves paling in the first frost;
yet your soul will deepen in love, like a tree
that stands through wild winter after falling last leaf.
Copyright © Ajay Mukherjee | Year Posted 2026
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Ajay Mukherjee Poem
If you had wished to come—
You would have turned again.
But no footstep crossed the door
To make me glad again.
Perhaps the past was past to you,
Perhaps you needed space;
Or some more lovely companion
Had filled my vacant place.
If you had wished to come—
You would have turned again.
Perhaps you tried to remember me
Perhaps you tried to flee;
Perhaps the love you seemed to play
Was never meant for me.
And I, a little credulous,
Believed the heart was true.
Copyright © Ajay Mukherjee | Year Posted 2026
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