Poems by Aroop Mitra

Poems by Aroop Mitra

 

FRAMES UNLATCHED

I discern bewildered fading hills
glittering metropolis awol in memory
acquaintances who smoked or smirked

in their tawdry boroughs of sly skills
polished to pebbles , intangible
while clouds marshal in surly ranks

haze backpacks to other jaunts
stunts scouting for jeering schoolboys
I stand bemused : more Schele nudes

mezzotints backed by etches attest
crossbar tints on retina & thrills
as I browse hand stitched papyrii

a swing creaks as smiling you hold
launching into known arcs
waves rock , the falsetto swells

® Aroop Mitra. Rights only. Sept 21 ’19

 

EXPLORATIONS

Dusk sweeps by with a covert glance —-
grasses in the glade bow to Wind God
titmice scurry past seasonal leafage
littering the soil , archeobacteria hard at
self appointed jobs , decomposing , alchemy
when gold crisps emerge from green gold foliage
cotyledons fresh from uterine darkness basking in
ample moisture , bubbling from subterranean springs
unflexes so seamless , triceps ripple blue and lucent
spirals run , frolic , luxuriating in lapidary mellowness
for when you sniff pores yawn , stretch and submit
collective nerves a-tingling , tousled cornstalks share
their bounty , as falcons and hawks set off screeches
A rusty door shudders open straining arthritic hinges
for as Ursa Major beckons occult aromas herald
her regal approach as mistress-mother earth heir to ,
exalted mien exudes mesmeric glissades , unclosing
palms : accents of cairn , flora , waterfall , cove , beach :
all indulged with grave , albeit rarer compassion
scanning untold aeons , earthéd with sacred caress
hoary testament to this awe as plover calls illumine
even as groves and sunny deodar forests set crescendos —
sibilant
rains amid pealing thunder
the hidden names undercut all creation :
inanimate basaltic strata or pulsing mitochondria —-
and at sleep’s margins time no longer ripples onward
slender fingers of spring glean the harvests , plaiting straws
impalpably plucking notes out the incessant nagging rain

®Aroop Mitra 2019. Rights asserted & reserved.

 

HORIZON

Days flit by
down these years
sweeping memories
linked up traces
gathering leaves & tears
no matter how you try
gusts of time effaces
under a raging sky
fuelling unplumbed fears
and all futile chases

® An Aroop Mitra poem. Jul 2019

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