Small minded bigots with slack jawed reflections
howl haphazardly at the front of the class
slurring and spewing thoughts cultivated
by the bowels of ignorance their heads in the sand
and yet gallantly grasping at things far beyond them
will mix their agenda in with **** and mud

There is as if
from deep within the sorrow
is heard an echo

*it's not the end of way.

most of the time I dream
it makes me sick
I am sick of love, just don't know what to do

I am looking
at my shadow
watching
the colours are changing
from blue to red then maroon.......

I am riding the midnight express train
no where to  reach
standing alone on the doorway

I am sick of love
I hear someone's distant cry
weeping piano
let me forget you
as if I never met you

but I fell in love with you

(C)asoke kumar mitra, feb.2015

I thought I saw you there naked and alone
Like a wish I made at Christmas all dressed in earthen tones
All misty water color hues and clouds with sunshine on
Fading into rainbows that smiled and were gone
Beside the mighty ocean with its thundering primal tide
Your savage beauty's innocence shone from deep inside
I love you once , I love you twice , I love you for all time
To me you are perfection in syncopated rhyme
I always knew I'd find you there I know you with my mind
A place where I have always been and may never leave behind
I bring to you my hopes and dreams things that may never be
To dwell with you forever beside our lonely tree