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