Volume 4 Issue 2, June 2020
Special Issue for Indian Poetry
Our kiss lit up the desert
Our kiss lit up the desert,
Drunk at the overflowing elixir,
She to eternal love,
Me to my fetish...
Timeless eons sung the betrayal,
Eros removed her cloak,
Amphitrite mocked my dry lips...
A worthy sacrifice
A worthy sacrifice,
A bleeding rock,
A halcyonic ocean
A halcyonic ocean,
Kingfishers baying at the moon,
Gardens bloom with black dahlias
Gardens bloom with black dahlias,
A grey dove gives a silent birth,
Elpis shivers in a famished Shramik.
About the poet
Amit Saraf studied Electrical Engineering at Birla Institute of Technology, Mesra where he worked in the position of Editor-in-Chief of the Newspaper and Publication Society. He went on to complete his MBA from Management Development Institute, Gurgaon. He is based in Shillong, Meghalaya, also known as the abode of clouds with a rich heritage of the wonderful people. Fond of chess, he has played it at State Level. Amit is very fond of writing and maintains a blog where he has penned a few short stories and poems along with a few non-fiction essays. He believes that writing is a great cathartic outlet at multiple levels.
His experience of having lived in varied environments has given him rich exposure to the nuances of the human condition. He has seen various facets of human behaviour. He approaches this from a non-judgmental perspective and believes that each individual has a unique story to tell. There have been extreme rough periods in his life and he has emerged stronger with enhanced empathy. He strongly feels that the apparent should be distinguished from the real; the symptom from the cause. This attitude has helped him tide over his challenges where the optimist in him always emerged stronger. He is an active member of the Rotary Club of Shillong.
He loves the following quote by Maya Angelou: ‘A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song...’