asoke kumar mitra

asoke kumar mitra Mar 2015

if you come to me
I will show you my cupboard
photographs, paintings of old days
dead butterfly, dead firefly
torn snake skin

old is never gold,
pain and anger.......................

broken leaves, dust around
dead grasshopper
dead caterpillar, owl and mice
moon
beam
playing alone

far away
pallbearers carrying the coffin
at the funeral..............

(C)asoke kumar mitra, march,11,2015 :21:24

asoke kumar mitra Mar 2015

~poison~

give me a cup
laced with poison

little
cobra's kiss

graveyard...........
she is sleeping under the tree......
remembering
the days of
togetherness,

kisses
deep
with a candle

unending.............

(C)asoke kumar mitra, march,11,2015 :21:00

love in poison

Mar 2015

Carly Laskowski

february twenty-sixth, two thousand fifteen

I am not a toy.
you cannot treat me like one.
you cannot set me down and wait until you decide you want me again.
I am not a toy.
I am a person, with feelings and a beating heart,
and I will not be treated as less.

February 26, 2015.

#feelings #anger #heart #want #hurt #toy

Mar 2015

Melanie Beth

Fall In Love

I wish I could fall in love again.
When I'm falling,
the way my heart beats
amazes me.
It sends blood pulsing through my veins
and adrenaline coursing through every nerve.
It makes me feel lighter than air
but worth my weight in gold.
I want to feel
like that again.

And at this point, I don't mind
where that feeling comes from.
I don't care
if I find it in the same place
I've been prying it from
for the past twenty eight months,
or if I find it
somewhere new.

Mar 2015

Melanie Beth

Wrong

You can do no wrong.
You could walk on water
if you tried.
Sometimes I forget
how perfect you are,
but I needn't worry
because if I point out
one single flaw,
you will be sure
to put me in my place
and tell me
just how wrong I am.

asoke kumar mitra Mar 2015

~for someone~

touch me
explore me softly
with your naked hand....................
your oceanic eyes, deep infinite
in you.............

breathing on the back of my neck
in this dead hour of night
fugitive moon pours through the blinds....
missing me?
in my silence missing you too

I am writing the last line
I feel so good to have you
your wild fragrance.....

(C)asoke kumar mitra, march 9.2015:19:48,India,Kolkata

dead hour of night, so good to have you