The Journey

By Krishnendu Mitra

On a moving train, trying to grasp the still frame,

Static thoughts laid over the passing views,

Some of trees, some of passerby's and waving children 

Them rooted in the same place, am I rooted in the warm chair?

or moving on, reflecting on collective freedom;

the ego is holding on.

Let loose

between the hard iron rods.

let the light come in and stamp an accordion on the floor,

the fan coming to a grinding halt

cut the gordian knot and let loose

let the heart follow the dark out of the hollow room

between the pauses of the breath

the walls echo the grim still

Halt

Thoughts continue to simulate life

Life continues to live

to assume roles of hollow accomplishments

Life continues to live

to measure actions on a scale of morality

Life continues to live

an assortment of experiences

manifesting themselves to be consumed

by existence

within the grave of perpetual nowness

Thoughts halt.

Covered

 

A loner's head

There is another world, where none had been,
Far bigger and far spread, which none had seen,

Where the shadows dance when the lights are dim,
Where the dogs are immortal yet pray the chicken,
Where the portrait is on fire and not the lady within,
Where the winter is warm as strange it may seem,
Where the chairs march and the troops dream,
Where the sloths are triumphant yet lamenting,
Where the notes are perfect yet no discipline,
Where the whole is inside not the part is in.

The poet is famous yet the poems are clandestine.
Turn the last page in a loner's head the book begins.

The Tree

The tree trapped in its own dream, motionless.
The dust took turns to meander with the water sliding down the trunk.
The branches bowing day by day, asking the roots, can you hear.
Starving root are busy going deep far from surface, speechless.

- Krishnendu Mitra

Escape

closer to the horizon,

waves gushing through the footsteps;
filling the void left behind 

hear the shells whisper to the ear,
"wait no more, go beyond the shore",

Endless breaths will touch your feet with each following tide.