A handkerchief in my heart
Needlework of her from an ocean away
Sleeps lonely in the pocket of my trouser
Joy and pain both hidden
In the colour of red, orange and yellow
I ask to a solitary rose who remain silent
The lilting music of coloured glass bangles
My gone by childhood and youth
Napkins of cloud over the horizon
Every day I deep down inside the handkerchief
Smell changes, colour changes
From musk to lavender, white to rainbow
Your love, freedom, pangs of my artery
All are hidden
Songs and poems about the dream
She sleeps lonely, listening to her own song
In hostile wind....
IN HER EYES
A bright blue darkness in her eyes
As if hundred centuries
This summer afternoon
Her heart's quietness
Listening to a dead man's tale
Owl and dragonfly
Fantasies and dream
In silence and peace
Wounded empty world
Wandering mind
Slowly untying knot after knot
In her eyes gypsies dance
Kissed by wild wind
Symphonies of silence
A CUP OF COFFEE
In the morning you came
Your tired eyes and pale face
Wished you a cup of coffee...
You spoke about wounds and disappointments
Unwanted memories
Showed me a book with yellowed pages.
Stained with teardrops
Morning turned gray
Vision becomes blurred
Whispered a love note
"We will meet again"
Hot coffee turned cold
Lilac clouds never back again
Time flew unnoticed
Lonely heart full of wildness
The poet is a Kolkata based retired journalist, Poetry, paintings,
photography are his passions
