(pic by Asoke Mitra)
Graffiti of darkness, corridors of night
a forest where the shadows played
azure mountain trembling in the eyes of autumn......
it was raining and the whispers of stars
like a mist you came to tame the wild
buried in me
huddled corpses in the dark and the
phantom fear, clenched lilac and the unspoken word....
between my fingers a sacred river ran
tonight we shall go to the riverside
to sing a sweet melodious song
darkness smiled as the moon closed
it's eyes.......
night is over and our memories have set sail
Asoke Kumar Mitra: I am from India, Kolkata. Poetry is my passion.