[ultimate_heading main_heading=”One Poem by Sanjay Das ” main_heading_color=”#1e73be” sub_heading_color=”#8224e3″ spacer=”line_with_icon” spacer_position=”bottom” line_style=”dotted” line_height=”1″ line_color=”#1e73be” icon_type=”custom” icon_img=”id^48|url^http://ashvamegh.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Ashvamegh-ICO.jpg|caption^null|alt^Ashvamegh Journal Icon|title^Ashvamegh ICO|description^null” img_width=”48″ main_heading_style=”font-weight:bold;” main_heading_font_size=”desktop:34px;” line_width=”3″ margin_design_tab_text=””]disillusion and detachment…[/ultimate_heading]

                                                  A Retreat


I made up my mind, not to pay a heed

To my Heart’s spasmodic voice, a cry within to

Look back to the valleys of memories, peeped

Those wet eyelids and loud noise of larrups.


Trapped into the ullage, an urge to be freed,

How long can I drink the opium of life?

A blasted sigh, and countless greed,

Just to be down cast, and accept grimace.


When words are forcibly eroded

From the tongue, that battered so long,

When new terminologies are cast

Upon, the gnarled hands cannot forget the sins.


What is left now–a ragged cadaver ready for the final journey.

Yet, what remains are the gnashes and invective words,

Present had a squint, Past had a grin at me,

A wicked voice whispered in the ears, “Let’s retreat”.


About the Poet: 

Sanjay is from North-East India, precisely from Tripura. Before landing into Academics, Sanjay had done his M.A in English Literature, from Assam University. His love for literature and passion for teaching made him a teacher of English. Currently, he is teaching at CMR University, Bangalore. His interests are in Indian English Poetry, British Literature and Post-Colonial studies. His writings reflect the expressions of the post-modern society and the Identity crisis of a common man in the era of Post-truth.