Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Enemy

Across the barbed wire fence lies a land green
Where babies feed on their mother's breasts
And the farmers till,
Where young women are promised love
And there're men those women despise,
Where fragrance of the flowers carry
The same message of peace.
Where art your hatred
In hearts across the cease?
Just a barbed wire fence
And we call them enemies.

©Chandrajit Mitra

Confession 4

Nothing else that I could write
About your kohl draped eyes
And the smile that fluttered
On your lips;
They've left paw marks
On mine, years ago.
Nothing else remains
To earn or to lose,
For what was gone
Was gone for good;
And all that remained
Were your paw marks on me.

©Chandrajit Mitra

The Stars and You

I stared at the countless stars
And imagined a constellation
That sketched your face.
Your beautiful locks hung
With the archer's grace,
And brows were painted with
Beauty and pride.
Your majesty drizzled upon
Like light snowflakes
As a gift from the sky.
I stared at the countless stars
That stood miles away;


©Chandrajit Mitra

Saturday, August 13, 2016

A lot about love

A lot is left to scribble
About you and me,
A lot of words have left
With sorrows may be,
A lot of love were wasted
On the sandy shores of
Your eyelids.
A lot is left to pen down
About how much love
Were yet to be wasted;
Love, that turned into
Sad lines and popped up
On gloomy noons
In the summer sky.

©Chandrajit Mitra