poison

give me a cup laced with poison…….

little cobra’s kiss

 

graveyard………

she is sleeping under the tree…

 

remembering the days of togetherness,

kissed deep

with a  candle……..

 

unending

 

(C) asoke kumar mitra,march 11,2015: india,kolkata

 

 

Often alone

rain would make you part of my life and song

your body has spoken for long…..

 

I am a stranger here at this place, nowhere to go

cannot leave you though……

let me face my destiny, though I am often alone,

but I am never lonely……………………

 

desire me, trap me, surround me, let your tongue find mine,

let me face my destiny……

 

can not escape as moss grows…………………………………

 

 

(C) asoke  kumar mitra, march,2015,india,kolkata