Thursday, August 15, 2013


Weathered hearts bear the ocean

In it
Life rekindles

Through it
Secrets tunnel
And with it
Love beats a twirling lullaby


25 June 2013

Monday, June 10, 2013


Sorting the black from white in grey areas
Overloading static
Meddling in the mediocre
These amazing gifts
Of a blind soul
As if dead without
And dying within
Of pointless memories
Of made up futures

Hanging branches await in a distance
Out of sight
Over the waters swaying in a blissful breeze

How gracious the grey in this art
Where all things heal again
Without sorting
And where meddling and mediocre
Finds its glory



Sunday, January 6, 2013

Star Dust on Waves
Passions  adrift
Currents aloof
If they would latch on to only One
Maybe Five to be greedy…
What kingdoms  await?
Mitra 2013,Jan 6
Through the valley…

Mind of musical chairs
Sometimes letting others sit
Often, kicking chairs away

Circling, mocking, laughing, Hyenas
When the games are over

The carcass allows--
Everything really ends.

Mitra 2012,Nov 6