Wednesday, March 22, 2017

More

Had I been more
My woman of dreams,
More than a mountain
You have had scaled.
Had I been more
Than a hundred seas
And a hundred bays
You have had sailed.
Had i been more
Than the endless skies
With barriers none
You have had flew.
Had I been more-
Just more of me,
And more of you, more
Than thee ever knew.

©Chandrajit Mitra

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Do remember dear

Do remember dear
In drops of your tear
My name.
For I may not stay
For another day
The same.
Though back I must come
For the songs to hum
I claim.

©Chandrajit Mitra

Sunday, January 15, 2017

The Sad Poetry

No more, I said, no more
Can I write verses for you!

Rhythm abandoned me
And my fingers don't dance
On white piano keys anymore.

No more can I write
A quatrain, describing
How we walked through the dirt
Of busy city streets.

Neither do I want to write
About you, not any more;
The night has consumed
All my thoughts,
My eyes see nothing,
But you!

At a distance, I see
Offices shut down
And people get back
To their houses.
I wonder if one
Goes back only to
Write about whom
They get back to.

May be once more I'll write
About why I won't write
About you!

Till then, let the night consume me
My darkest and saddest thoughts
And leave me with nothing
To write about you.

©Chandrajit Mitra

Friday, December 30, 2016

Winter Night Blues

Three winters have passed,
And the warmth of leaves
Being burnt to ashes,
Sound of children
Playing late in the evening,
Smell of the smoked meat
In the distant greens,
Takes me three winters back.
We trod different paths
That's diverged into
Worlds that know nothing
About the other.
It was the warmth of the leaves,
Helping me get back my senses
While taking away all I had;
Smell of leaves burnt to ashes.

©Chandrajit Mitra
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Friday, October 21, 2016

Tell me, I'll fade away

Lets get drunk once again
And gaze into infinity, and
Explore the timelessness
Of what lies between us.
It's dark and black, and
You can see as far you want.
If you find a brighter star,
Tell me, I'l fade away, fallen.


©Chandrajit Mitra

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Star that bears your name

Look up and tell me
How many stars do you see
shimmering in the autumn sky?
Ask me if they bear a name,
Pointing out the brightest, I'd say,
'Pole Star there in the north'.
You point out at another,
Less brighter, less shining.
"And that?", "that bears your name".
A little pause in the conversation
And a smile to behold forever.
There are stars today too,
The brightest and the one less bright
And winds sweep the same autumn sky.
There're clouds forsaking the stars,
Too afraid to hide them behind.
You could count all those millions
But you ain't here by my side.
They all smile, they laugh, they shine,
They ask about you, O woman,
The first one to ask their names.














©Chandrajit Mitra

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

When we meet again

Years later shall we meet
In a cafe in a stranger part
Of this world.
I will read poetry to you, and
You will read poetry to me
While sipping coffee, and
Not knowingly
We will drink from each other.
We will talk about how
Poets pour life in words.
We will talk about men
And women who failed
In writing good verses, like us.
We will talk about men,
And women who couldn't weave
A better story.
And when the evening falls
We will walk till our roads divide.
It'll be time to depart again
And I would stand firm before you
Under the moonlit sky, and
You'll bid me a goodbye forever!

©Chandrajit Mitra

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

I write about no one else

I write about You
And no one else.
I write about your eyes.
I write about your lies.
I write about every
Single thing you despise.
I write about You
And no one else.
When the wind blows away
The pages of my notebook
I can feel your soft hair
On my face, as if You,
You were standing
Right beside me.
I write about you
And no one else.
I could feel your aroma
And the sound of those bangles
Never lie; You were there.
As if the pages on which I wrote
Poetry about you and your eyes
Would crumble down at your touch
And grab your finger tips
To greet the woman they never met;
The woman whose beauty
Their breasts are inked with.





















©Chandrajit Mitra

Thursday, September 15, 2016

You were like the rain

You were like the rain - moist and blue,
Drizzling on hot gloomy sundays.
I would go out although I wouldn't have to
And smell you falling on the greens.
You were like the bird that flew
Across the spring morning,
Charmed with the songs of love
As if it is you I belonged to.
You were like the seven-coloured rainbow
Each of whose colours signifies a tale;
Tales with blessed ending,
Tales where it is you I belonged to.















©Chandrajit Mitra

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

For beloved

There lies heaven in the depth of your eyes
There you play music for my soul,
There's thirst in each of the pores on my skin
And the piper sings,
Beloved, where all my life have you been?
- Dancing, dancing in the woods
To the howling clouds,
Dancing across the brook.
The piper asks, Beloved, with whom?
- With the sky, the trees, the northern breeze,
They bit me into pieces, the cold wind;
They tore me apart and asked - beloved
Won't you dance with me?
I stood beneath the fall
Did the mountains call
- "Beloved sing, sing about the rain"!
The piper weeps, beloved, where have you been?
- Singing, singing blues, singing about you and me.




























©Chandrajit Mitra