Wednesday, July 1, 2020




My masks were never an illusion, the ones
I wore while talking to the moon.
You once said you love my eyes,
Those that I left twinkling beyond my masks.
My masks never lied, the ones I wore
To take my lips away from your kisses
And let the moon surprise
Silently, shiningly, glaring bare on my mask.
My masks were never diseased,
No germs ever clung,
but the love lost tales
on the day you left
Scripted moments and sunsets,
Coloring my dark masks in hues of rainclouds.

You loved the broken me, I came thus
in fragments, in parts.
Just the eyes as you said, never the heart.
Never wished to know what lay beyond
the tears that often the masks wiped dry.
For your unseen veil was more invincible than my mask.
Its dirt lay invisible behind your smile.
You had no mask,
yet you were masked forever.

Droplets Of Love

Seduced? Sensuous droplets
Sitting for a prey on kissing lips,
Bees on their wings.
The queen that orders her mates
To march on the line of duty.
I raise a revolution instead, leafing through
A wet path, that never ends.
My moans drowned in the thunder-claps
Playing music with my urges, my cries,
Lost on the sail of dark clouds.
Drowned in the pouring rain.
Seduced? Boom! And they burst,
make love with their raindrops.
Memories, pangs, pain, carried away
To a faraway land, that no human maps ever held.
Love came silently this dawn,
And I marched ahead
In the darkness, beyond life and death.
Even the valley of corpses
Blurred before my eyes.
Bowed before the shattering gongs
Deafening my senses.
I was seduced at last!


Locked within the atoms of their fragrance
I soared up the universe
That too had molecules of pain
Of destruction, of agony, of birth pangs
Nova and supernova, rising above ashes
Of comets strewn, my atoms put to test
Put to rest, as peace reigned
In the core of that hanging melody.
Dissected them, my scalpel proved blunt.
Today all my attempt to learn,
Got unlearned. For those tiny flowers
Swaying in the hypnotic aroma
Of a new life born,
Had turned the key of my lock
Set me free, from universe to atoms
My journey turned endless.
My freedom pushed the bars
Of confinement inwards,
Mirroring a soul that I never searched.
Now I fly from atom to atom,
From universe to universe
I roam the garden of Eden,
I know the secrets of a tiny moment
And that too of an endless space!


SAHELI MITRA: Content developer, content strategy planner, editor, journalist, author and poet, Saheli Mitra owns Tales, Talks & Walks, content company that handles pan India and international projects. With an experience of 20 years as a journalist with The Telegraph, a leading English daily of Eastern India, with more than 200 published on critical law, consumer and environmental issues, she has been instrumental in breaking exciting news and form public opinion on debatable issues. Being a passionate nature lover and a traveller mom, she runs her own nature group called To Trees with Love and at leisure weave words into poetry and short stories. She is also author of internationally launched romantic thriller Lost Words (July 2014), that topped the Amazon USA and UK lists in 2014 and found place in at least 10 well-known state libraries of USA, and co-authored recent book on Kolkata called ‘People Called Kolkata.’ She is a regular contributor to the poetic revolution across the globe, writing for international magazines like Du-kool (USA), I am not a silent poet (Spain), Duanes poem tree (USA), Yellow Chair Review (USA), Piker Press (USA), Taj Mahal Review, Asian Signature, Random Poem Tree (Trinidad) etc. Featured in print anthologies including ShetheShakti, Minds@work, Love and War anthology, Women Poets of the World and Cloudburst (USA).

1 comment :

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