Saturday, October 31, 2015

I Am The Escapist Comments

Rating: 5.0

I am the escapist,
Who drinks potion of surrealism
From the goblet of a cold fossilized life
And runs aloud touching the fence of wind.
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Sanjukta Nag
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Seema Chowdhury 04 November 2015

Another creative write of your. Thanks for sharing

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Dr Antony Theodore 04 November 2015

ultimate fate can we escape? ? And sings lullabies to the crescent moon.. I love this line in your poem. very poetic. t hank you. tony

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Souren Mondal 03 November 2015

Perhaps somewhere down the line we are all escapists. But indeed we cannot, by any means, escape our ultimate fate... A very, very well-written poem Sanjukta...

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Valsa George 03 November 2015

This poem presents a surrealistic picture! Here I see incongruous juxtaposition of out of the ordinary images! 'Drinking from the goblet of fossilized life' suggests much! Profound write Sanjukta! A 10

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Liza Sudina 02 November 2015

Never wants to escape death's call - your faith is great, Sanjukta!

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M Asim Nehal 01 November 2015

Heartfelt poem..............amusing,10+++++++

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Loke Kok Yee 01 November 2015

when it comes no one knows just be ready to open the door lovely read-10

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Jaishree Nair 31 October 2015

Well envisioned the black and blue rainbows of civilisation, yet longing for death's call. A poem with deep meaning. Thanks for sharing

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Edward Kofi Louis 31 October 2015

Dreams! ! ! 'Touching the fence of wind'. Nice piece.

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Vishal Sharma 31 October 2015

Again a lovely verse from a talented lady keep penning...!

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