Saturday, December 1, 2018

ASOKE KUMAR MITRA


ASOKE KUMAR MITRA

OPEN WOUND

Your footprints on the seashore...
Here seagulls make love
Through the waves of raging sea

Over the sand
Shadow of the dead moon, an open wound
Clutched madness

Monuments of clay goddess
The raging sea and the waves
Within your eyes

Heart shaped dream
Ravaged shameless lust.
Naked arrogance

And the style of your silence
Night touched your eyes
With a fragrance of dawn

Hungry lips kissed the feet of clay goddess
(C)Asoke Kumar Mitra,2018






SONG OF CROSSROAD

Remembering you wrote letters...

You said, will back home soon
Described the situations
Days, week, a fortnight, months gone

No letters, no phone calls
Last time wrote from Paris
Dated May 13, 2014

Waiting for you at the breakfast table,
Empty chair, half-empty glass
How long? this silence...

At the crossroad of sleepless nights
I am listening to my music, my own heartbeat
My own song...

With a sound of weeping violins
I am sinking in quicksand
(C)ASOKE KUMAR MITRA,2018






DUNE TO DUNE

We refuse to die, with you alone
The clandestine effort went wrong
It came open...
Cramped limbs, fragments of desire
This magic voyage through enchanted seas

There is no end

A wild fragrance of grass in our bedroom
Futile attempt to die, a circular movement
Perhaps endless
This magic voyage, through dune to dune
The beach is empty. this endless circling
Forgive us...

Let us have prayers tonight
(C)Asoke KUMAR MITRA, 2018

ASOKE KUMAR MITRA

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