ANINDITA MAZUMDAR

 

ANINDITA MAZUMDAR

 

Boat And The Silent Shore

 

Sailed into the vast ocean of loneliness,

when entity seemed to be Solomon's treasure.

Tiniest boat with rays of hope

striked the waves of moments' pleasure.

 

Oars when churned the rhythm of heartbeats,

held so tightly, all seemed vain.

Days and nights when merged well together

wafting through the tides of pain.

 

Careless approach of thine boat

touched the coast of silent shore.

Wanted so badly to be with you,

but sailed away forevermore.

 

This silent shore still waits so far

for boat that twirled the ripples so fast.

Solitude, vacuum, void when tempt

this empty coast and leaves aghast.

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Bright Pink Rose

 

Blissful autumnal night we chose.

Long to harbour, candlelight shows.

Matter of envy to friends and foes.

You and me and bright pink rose.

 

Divinely aura and fragrant blows.

Sublime lustre, receeding glows.

Free from chaos, heavenly repose.

You and me and bright pink rose.

 

Margarita, bloodymary not to oppose.

Amazing dishes and that's what goes.

Radical tempo, here I enclose.

You and me and bright pink rose.

 

Poetry, verses and magical prose.

Rhythm and melody, love to disclose.

Painting, music and lots of those.

You and me and bright pink rose.

 

Just in between, you touch my nose.

Dreamy spirit, I raise eyebrows.

Promises to be in highs and lows.

You and me and bright pink rose.

 

Face to face at my elbows,

Sit in fashion, just ever compose.

Decked like a queen, from head to toes.

You and me and bright pink rose.

 

Ask for my hand, way to propose.

There my gracious heartbeat rose.

The flow of breath, hereby slows.

You and me and bright pink rose.

 

On my heart, I superimpose.

Engrave thy name, that's what suppose.

Silent night and I hold you close.

You and me and bright pink rose.

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Color Of My Soul

 

Painted my soul with all seven colors,

drifting to thus lands of paradise.

Make believe world seemed honey dipped, sugarcoated,

ended with sudden sacrifice.

 

Holding thine hands, painted red.

Color of passion, color of love,

color of lust that drove insane,

ignoring danger and caution above.

 

Orange exuding warmth and joy.

Emotion, eagerness merged with this.

Brushes and palette, stained with colors,

scribbled my best for heart to please.

 

Named you “Sun” with an yellow hue.

Smile and gladness, kissed my face.

You touched my face from distant land,

joyride casted fire ablaze.

 

Green, the generous, marched ahead,

revitalizing dearest body and mind.

Promise to acknowledge my worth and hence,

crude reality leaving behind.

 

Trust and loyalty, followed you then,

painted my dearest love with blue.

Love seemed blind, with vision confined.

Insight trapped in colorless hue.

 

Powerful and dignified, indigo arrived.

Devotion, wisdom and justice ahead.

Enlightened this poor soul and hence,

resurrected from the graves of dead.

 

Slow and steadily violet ushers.

Energy and strength with meaning in life.

Spiritual fulfilment fosters a hike,

Gently envelops this lonely strife.

 

Today, there seems no color at all.

Tranquil grey and amplified black.

Lonely soul seems happy enough

without the colors looking further back.

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ANINDITA MAZUMDAR