LOPAMUDRA MISHRA

LOPAMUDRA MISHRA

Exchange

Might be

an accident

Or intended incident

We met…

Under the same roof

Only I could hear my heave

Loud echoes of my heart beat

Feeling a fast pulse speed

Warm blood gushing inside

Shimmering me to pink.

Thousand thunderous words

Sealed inside me

Pinching me to come outside

Lips wanted to remain stitched

Thoughts were playing hide and seek

blank mind pretended to stay tight

but eyes reflected the spark

voice fumbled while I speak

feet were in the grip of tremor

yet I preferred to remain as me

we met

no exchange of words

no exchange of eyes

only we exchanged fire with in us.

Positive Spirit

I attempted to fly with my broken wings

Stumbled

Rattled

Fumbled

Confused

In the path,

disheartened at times

then move ahead without looking back

Some delightful moment spirited my move

Some distrustful moment twisted to scoop

Some awful events made me alert

Some remembrance was pleasure enough

Some friends taught me to live

Some wards preached me about the cliff

My psyche at times followed my heart

At times heart followed the sensitive tap

In spite of the tug of war

I believed in running in the track

With my tired limbs

With my killing fanaticism

With the spirit of positivism.

The Line

Impassively a line is stretched

Drawing simultaneously

Filling consequently

With pleasure deliberately

Dose of antipathy is evaporating

Slowly and randomly

the relation is shimmering

with the waves,

with the melting glaciers

with the compatible dew

With the concurring scenario

giving feather to the thoughts

to wander in various direction

the glow and warmth of daylight

the cool and tenderness of night

is enough to boost the line with delight.

LOPAMUDRA MISH