ASOKE
KUMAR MITRA
Memories Of Autumn
Fragrant days of
autumn
Chariot of clouds at
dusk
Here the clay goddess
come
Carries all my songs
The golden touch of
her feet
Makes my joy to shine
infinite
Birds sing in the
morning
And the whispers of
the wind
Flutes sound and the
laughter
After four days—
Memories swirling
into nowhere
Plunged into a sea of
silence…
© Asoke Kumar Mitra, 2019
The Secret Dream
The moon swallowed
the dark
Broken dreams
silently hanging
Through the window
pane,
A rusted frame of
night
Stars twinkle gently
Owls moaning
Dreams are fragile
glass
Untold story of joy
and pain
Come alive with words
you have not spoken
This night beside the
window
Eyes speak a thousand
words
In silence
What are the colors
of rain
Falling like lost
dreams…
Forgive, but never to
trust again.
© Asoke Kumar mitra,2019
Song Of Crossroad
Remembering you wrote
letters…
Described the
situations, you said
Will back home soon,
Days, week, a
fortnight, months gone
It’s going to be ten months,
No letters, no phone
calls,
Last time wrote from
Paris
Dated May 13,2014
Waiting for you at
breakfast table,
Empty chair, half
empty glass
How long? This
silence…
At the crossroad of
sleepless nights
I am listening to my
own heart beat
My own song…
With a sound of
weeping violins
I am sinking in
quicksand
©Asoke Kumar Mitra, 2019
Together
Another day we went
to the sea
Seagulls emerging
from the clouds
Home bound birds and
memories
Inside my heart lost
love letters
Sand dunes and seashells
Night washed out in
silence
Half-forgotten dreams
Don’t want to wake up
Time a silent stalker
In an empty space on
the sea waves
Seashells, mundane
thoughts and imaginations
Inside me your
existence
Sand dunes, quick
sand and seashells
Parched lips
Fire in our hearts…
And we part…
© Asoke Kumar Mitra, 2019
Our Secret Poetry
Waiting for a song to
sing Together
Song of humanity and
creation…
We are butterflies
Between a thousand
flowers
At night we run among
dreams
Stars and moon both
merge
Us in love
Neon signs and
billboards
Who cares
Like a potter who
gives life to clay
The moon creates a
shadow
Evening’s silent
approach
To a blank page of
our heart
Sea waves, winds and
sea shells
Sky and clouds
Talking to each other
Our secret poetry dissolve
in perfect silence…
© Asoke Kumar Mitra, 2019
Someday
Someday we will go
On a trip across the
night
Where white lily
blooms
Will sing a song of
the cyclone
Two impatient hearts
Two vagabond heads
Folded in our pockets
And the sound of our own
voices
We are a full-time
dreamer
Ocean clouds only
know our dreams
Voices of broken
guitar and violin
Dark locks of the
night
Today is Saturday,
day after tomorrow
On Monday night
We are going for a
poetry meet
Wordless poems, what
this night needs…
© Asoke Kumar Mitra, 2019
ASOKE KUMAR MITRA
ASOKE KUMAR MITRA: KOLKATA, INDIA Born 1950, from Kolkata, India, studied
at Hindu school and St. Xavier’s College, Kolkata. He is a retired journalist
and was editor of “CALCUTTA CANVAS” and “INDUS CHRONICLE”. He is a bilingual
poet. He has contributed to various anthologies published in India and abroad.
His poems are translated into Hindi, Punjabi,Assamese, Italian, French, German,
Polish, Persian, Arabic, Hebrew, Malay, Mandarin, Romanian, Spanish, Azerbaijani,
Russian, Uzbek, Kirghiz, Greek, Swedish, Norwegian, Chinese, Catalan. “SAVAGE
WIND” is his first poetry book, a bilingual edition, translated into Spanish by
Mexican poet Josep Juarez. This has a separate edition published by Altaspera
Publishing &Literary Agency INC, in Canada and distributed by LULU,IE under
separate ISBN. “SONG OF PABBLES” is his
second book, a bilingual edition, translated into French by Marjorie Meetoo
from Mauritius. Published from Kolkata, India. Poetry, photography,
paintings are his passions.
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