ANINDITA MAZUMDAR
Mist
Mild mist upon
the hill,
beneath the
trees, on window sill.
A sudden shiver,
gust of chill,
in this Autumn
end.
Long for you, my
loving beau.
Witness be such
mist and dew.
In this morning's
subdued hue,
let our hearts’ once
blend.
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I Miss Your
Lullaby
Dazed and burnt
out,
tired and lonely.
Silently
suffering
in this wretched
agony.
Counting the
stars,
pondering with a
sigh,
overtired ears
miss your
lullaby.
Is it just me, or
you too feel the
same.
My soul
suffocates in
lonesome discrete
name.
Weakened from the
core
in this warm
July.
My fatigued soul
miss your
lullaby.
Rock me to sleep
as
my insomniac
eyes,
stay awake wide
with
silent long drawn
cries.
Share my anguish
with this little
magpie
who too along
with me
miss your
lullaby.
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Ecstasy In All
Seven
Stunning echoes
of our ephemeral love saga.....
encompassing the
nuances of all the bittersweet memories.....
still reverberate
like "seven magical" notes of music......
along with
celestial combination of those in perfect rhythm...
never the
more....never the less...
The vigorous
thunderbolt of the heart.....
followed by
hurricane and then incessant rainfall.....
carried us off to
the dreamy ecstasy of "seven wonders" of the world....
where our each
and every encounter was heavenly....
You called me the
"oomph"......
when a single
glance of mine drove you insane....
you completely
surrendered.....
All "seven
days" of the week were merged together within the time warp....
where the time
stops forever.....
We were tethered
within the boundaries of irresistible "seven deadly sins" like Adam
and Eve... igniting the towering inferno within the corners of the wall....
Myself within
thine embrace....was like winning "seven continents" of this
world....
We breathed
together.... our heartbeats pulsating along with dazzling iridescent colors of
the "seven hued arc" of a rainbow....
Now this oomph of
thine....still building sandcastles in the air....
when you're
"seven seas" apart.....
holding and
clinging to all the surrealistic amazements with utter bewilderment and
awe.....
ANINDITA
MAZUMDAR
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