asoke-kumar-mitra - Hello Poetry

In your eyes I watched fireflies dancing I listen a song within my heart, shredded, broken, whispers...... at dusk listening the music of falling leaves laid bare my heartaches to night, it rains with thunder, being alone is quite different from being lonely love forever means an empty room midnight traps grow around In your eyes I find lost manuscripts of my poems........ (C) asoke kumar mitra, april 6, 2015 :22.03 India, Kolkata.

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC

stroke of words

In your eyes I watched fireflies dancing I listen a song within my heart, shredded, broken, whispers...... at dusk listening the music of falling leaves laid bare my heartaches to night, it rains with thunder, being alone is quite different from being lonely love forever means an empty room midnight traps grow around In your eyes I find lost manuscripts of my poems........ (C) asoke kumar mitra, april 6, 2015 :22.03 India, Kolkata.

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you told me lot of stories in the moonlit night stars above and the moon alone listened your words...... far away, some one is singing a song song of desire and despair song of departure....... a story about a queen who buried a sword in the beating heart no blood was there only tears stars and moon witnessed the murder....all alone quick sand every where (C)asoke kumar mitra, mar 31, 2015, 18:49 India,Kolkata

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC

******

you told me lot of stories in the moonlit night stars above and the moon alone listened your words...... far away, some one is singing a song song of desire and despair song of departure....... a story about a queen who buried a sword in the beating heart no blood was there only tears stars and moon witnessed the murder....all alone quick sand every where (C)asoke kumar mitra, mar 31, 2015, 18:49 India,Kolkata

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remembering, you wrote letters.... described the situation.... you said, will back home soon..... days, week. fortnight, months gone its going to be ten months..... no letters, no phone calls last time you wrote from Paris... the date was May 13,2014... waiting for you at breakfast table, empty chair..... half empty glass how long......this silence.... I am listening my own heart beat my own song......sinking in quick sand. (C)asoke kumar mitra.Mar.22,2015 :23.45 India.Kolkata

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Mar 22, 2015

Mar 22, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC

song.........

remembering, you wrote letters.... described the situation.... you said, will back home soon..... days, week. fortnight, months gone its going to be ten months..... no letters, no phone calls last time you wrote from Paris... the date was May 13,2014... waiting for you at breakfast table, empty chair..... half empty glass how long......this silence.... I am listening my own heart beat my own song......sinking in quick sand. (C)asoke kumar mitra.Mar.22,2015 :23.45 India.Kolkata

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birds flying in the air, and a tiny stream flowing gently, this togetherness, below the burning sky of mid-day, below the green unknown tree the sun and shadow and myself and a butterfly, fading foot prints remained nothing, in the dusk alone........... birds, stream, sky, foot prints, butterfly, never returned...... in the elfish wind a bottle of red wine and a safety match..... (c) Asoke kumar mitra, March 20, 2015 :22:50 India,Kolkata

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC

never returned

birds flying in the air, and a tiny stream flowing gently, this togetherness, below the burning sky of mid-day, below the green unknown tree the sun and shadow and myself and a butterfly, fading foot prints remained nothing, in the dusk alone........... birds, stream, sky, foot prints, butterfly, never returned...... in the elfish wind a bottle of red wine and a safety match..... (c) Asoke kumar mitra, March 20, 2015 :22:50 India,Kolkata

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In my two eyes, moist cloud filled with rain tears and tears, rolling down you touched with smile your touch turned rain drops into pearls. one by one stitched together turned into pearl garland, placed under your feet tears came down again.... again in my silence..... (C) Asoke Kumar Mitra March 18,2015 :20:50, India, Kolkata

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Mar 18, 2015

Mar 18, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC

~~~touch~~~

In my two eyes, moist cloud filled with rain tears and tears, rolling down you touched with smile your touch turned rain drops into pearls. one by one stitched together turned into pearl garland, placed under your feet tears came down again.... again in my silence..... (C) Asoke Kumar Mitra March 18,2015 :20:50, India, Kolkata

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I knew you will come to night the nature's fury sand storm, dusty wind .......you came with the rain touched my hand like a queen ............. let me go now will back again (C) Asoke Kumar Mitra, March 18, 2015 :20:36 India, Kolkata

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Mar 18, 2015

Mar 18, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC

...........waiting..........

I knew you will come to night the nature's fury sand storm, dusty wind .......you came with the rain touched my hand like a queen ............. let me go now will back again (C) Asoke Kumar Mitra, March 18, 2015 :20:36 India, Kolkata

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untold words, mind's untold words, turned to song and paintings, never knew when... no one will understand, none except she wanted to say, unsaid words in blue pale light of midnight I know, only she (C) Asoke Kumar Mitra ,March,18, 2015 :18:15, India,Kolkata

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Mar 18, 2015

Mar 18, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC

**untold**

untold words, mind's untold words, turned to song and paintings, never knew when... no one will understand, none except she wanted to say, unsaid words in blue pale light of midnight I know, only she (C) Asoke Kumar Mitra ,March,18, 2015 :18:15, India,Kolkata

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I get you, I get your fragrance, in my body where are you? where are you? a mad man runs after fragrance, where it is? is it you ? (C) Asoke Kumar Mitra, march,18, 2015, 18:04,India,Kolkata

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Mar 18, 2015

Mar 18, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC

~fragrance~

I get you, I get your fragrance, in my body where are you? where are you? a mad man runs after fragrance, where it is? is it you ? (C) Asoke Kumar Mitra, march,18, 2015, 18:04,India,Kolkata

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fugitive moon, moist clouds... walking alone in the rain, searching, a face, moving forward and backward, can I find among the faces unknown... yesterday, at this hour ,she came, sleeping alone like a distant memory then is it that known face.. to whom I am searching..... yesterday night at this hour fugitive moon, raining cloud, lost dream , lost love, lost face did you ever cry in the rain, nobody ever knew............... (C) Asoke Kumar Mitra , March 17,2015 : 23:07, India,Kolkata

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC

***searching***

fugitive moon, moist clouds... walking alone in the rain, searching, a face, moving forward and backward, can I find among the faces unknown... yesterday, at this hour ,she came, sleeping alone like a distant memory then is it that known face.. to whom I am searching..... yesterday night at this hour fugitive moon, raining cloud, lost dream , lost love, lost face did you ever cry in the rain, nobody ever knew............... (C) Asoke Kumar Mitra , March 17,2015 : 23:07, India,Kolkata

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Standing at the crossroad of life sad and lonely storm clouds gather around you at the crossroad of life...... raining now, dreams vanished feet are so tired, brain is so wired clouds weeping death is not the end, at the crossroad stranger called I...... (C) asoke kumar mitra,March 16, 2015,:23.00,India,Kolkata

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC

~crossroad~

Standing at the crossroad of life sad and lonely storm clouds gather around you at the crossroad of life...... raining now, dreams vanished feet are so tired, brain is so wired clouds weeping death is not the end, at the crossroad stranger called I...... (C) asoke kumar mitra,March 16, 2015,:23.00,India,Kolkata

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