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

Confession 10 (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