Monday, October 1, 2018

ASOKE KUMAR MITRA



ASOKE KUMAR MITRA

SONG OF A HANDKERCHIEF

A handkerchief in my heart
Needlework of her from an ocean away
Sleeps lonely in the pocket of my trouser

Joy and pain both hidden
In the colour of red, orange and yellow
I ask to a solitary rose who remain silent

The lilting music of coloured glass bangles
My gone by childhood   and   youth
Napkins of cloud over the horizon

Every day  I  deep down inside the handkerchief
Smell  changes, colour changes
From musk to lavender ,white to rainbow

Your love, freedom, pangs of my artery
All are hidden
Songs and poems about the dream

She sleeps lonely, listening to her own song
In   hostile  wind...
(C)Asoke Kumar Mitra,2018,Kolkata,India




IN HER EYES

A bright blue darkness , in her eyes
As if hundred centuries
This summer afternoon
Her heart’s quietness
Listening to a dead man’s tale
Owl and dragonfly
Fantasies and dream
In silence and peace

Wounded empty world
Wandering mind
Slowly untying knot after knot

In her eyes gypsies dance
Kissed by wild wind
Symphonies of silence
(C) Asoke Kumar Mitra, 2018,Kolkata.INDIA





A CUP OF COFFEE

In the morning you came
Your tired eyes and pale face
Wished you a cup of coffee...

You spoke about wounds and disappointments
Unwanted memories
Showed  me  a book with yellowed pages.
Stained with teardrops
Morning turned gray
Vision becomes blurred
Whispered a love note
“We will meet again”

Hot coffee turned cold
Lilac  clouds  never  back again
Time flew unnoticed
Lonely heart full of wildness
(C)Asoke Kumar Mitra, 2018,Kolkata. India





STRANGER AT NIGHT

The joy of sipping morning tea
Two sparrows sit on a twig
Newspapers and unopened letters
Some mute gestures
Eye-catching headlines
At the distance a golden sunflower field
This morning a secret love blooms

On the road someday we will go
Impatient vagabond heart
You are a blank page at the end of a book
Your letters remain unopened

Leave the door open
Crushed down the letters
Let the night  whisper  back
Become stranger again
(C) Asoke Kumar Mitra, 2018.Kolkata, India





LET THE NIGHT IN

Hours putting together
A short glimpse of dreams
Hanging from the wall

Turning twisting the bones and marrow
You wished to get to the bottom of me
A lonely heart who wants so much
Kissed by lonely autumn leaves

Mad of you, riding wilderness
Your dreams of a childhood garden
Picking pebbles from  the  mountain ruins

Stubborn wind refusing to let the night die...

(C)
ASOKE KUMAR MITRA
2018. Kolkata.India

2 comments :

  1. Wonderful expression of emotions!

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  2. thank you poet Ruma Hazarika, humbled.

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