LOPAMUDRA MISHRA

LOPAMUDRA MISHRA

THREE DAYS

You know three days passed,

I didn’t see you on the path,

While saying so his voice was fumbling,

His eyes are focused to her lips which are trembling,

He said ,I miss you more when I am unable see you,

Each moment think of you,

It made me annoyed with the time ,

Scold the occasion in my melancholy  rhyme,

Counting seconds  of our meeting venue,

In my wakefulness I painted and rehearsed  my best,

What to confront and how to confront before you,

But this time also I failed,

Words  are in search of lines,

Any way I am so very glad to see you.

The  waiting of seventy – two hours crawled  like a nightmare,

Your company I care,

your friendship  is very dearer to myself

hence three days of parting taught me

you are a part of myself.

Closed Door

I WONDER

My fascination for the closed door,

I could feel the tremor,

I could see it quiver,

I could realize its shudder,

The vibration is intense ,

Making me stammer,

Staggering steps of mine ,

Are  puzzled and surprised,

Behind the curtains, the light

From the luminous  bulb  blinks,

At times bright ,at time dark,

I  move here and there to get torch light,

My firm hands shiver to touch bright,

Thousand thoughts trigger to my mind,

Thousand times I want to rewind,

But the marks and loud voice coming from the door,

Frightens me

Our Lines

WE SEE EACH OTHER

from the lines

We share

We write with care,

As  we promised ,

Not to hurt each other’s sentiment,

But to encourage each other for our betterment.

In lines we live,

In lines we breath,

My heartaches  when your lines cry,

My  heart leaps with joy when your lines smile,

We live in each other’s heart,

Beeps say how intensely we are attached.

My lines bear your essence,

Your lines are stitched with my fragrance,

Even the hurricane cannot place its presence,

This is the uniqueness of our relation,

Our lines are very well aware of our emotion.

Because they are carved with deep devotion.

LOPAMUDRA MISHRA

LOPAMUDRA MISHRA ,native puri,now residing in Bhubaneswar Orissa, She completed her graduation {English Hons} from Sailabala Women’s college Cuttack,And post –graduation    { English} from Ravenshaw University Cuttack. Her fascination for  writing came from her grandfather  and father from an early age. Writing  for her is the powerful medium of expression.Her  poems  have been  published in many magazines and anthologies . Her first book “Rhyme Of Rain” was published  in march 2017 and second book “First Rain” in august.