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