SAHELI
MITRA
Mask
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
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
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).
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