Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra
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Painter, would you paint me
today in all my natural hue?
Would you paint me as I am,
with my imperfections and blemishes true?
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The mirror in my room isn’t just the same anymore!
Now it has many faces,
myriad visages and countenances.
They all stare back;
...
A smile
from you make me forget
the whole world and
fly, spiraling higher, in a steady flight
...
I have forgotten to take care of my mirror!
The mirror on my bedroom wall has cried for long now,
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Two little elves
sat on the tree top
painting the leaves
in bright red tinge.
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The day yawns and stretches impatiently
in its await to connect with the night.
Her hidden passion and anxious trepidation
pulsating bright through the sun rays,
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When I think of you
my words begin to travel the
warm alley and
the embryo of thoughts are formed;
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Dance with me O Life!
Hop, tango, ballet, jazz
and salsa with me.
Embrace me
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Two solitary beings in forlorn existence
falling into an easy pattern
of fragile empty vows.
The usual habit of trying to make a square
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He waits
perpetually and forever,
for a renaissance of love and peace,
for an embrace,
...
Give me a handful of freedom
so that I can be the delight of life.
Give me a handful of happiness
so that I can be grateful to nature.
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I wish to escape, now,
silently, tiptoeing away
from this dins and bustles,
hooting and hustles,
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I wish to escape, now,
silently, tiptoeing away
from this dins and bustles,
hooting and hustles,
...
Before,
I did not use to believe in ghosts or spirits.
But since past few days,
whenever I look into the mirror
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He composed a song
of aching love,
whispered his music
into her ears,
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When the fresh morning dew drops shine on the moist moss-green leaves,
you open your eyes like a saint's prayer and at that moment, you wish
...
I would let this poem
reach out to you
engulfing the space
that separates us.
...
I am never alone;
for loneliness is my companion.
Like a little bird he perches on my soul
holding me in his embrace,
...
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Paint Me In Color...
Painter, would you paint me
today in all my natural hue?
Would you paint me as I am,
with my imperfections and blemishes true?
Load your brush with colors sundry
and make that first pure sweep
across the virgin canvas, hungry.
Paint me as I stand
with my love and my desire,
blurring the edges
with my regrets and my mental gyre,
in a youthful innocent deep forest green
streaked with a brittle brown of time passing.
Paint me in sinister turquoise,
in lavender and maroon,
combine the amethyst and amber
blend the iceberg and the indigo moon.
Paint me as I stand
a woman in her plight
paint me as I stand
a woman in all her might.
Paint me in the optimistic silver of dawn,
but don’t miss the purple
to shade the bruise of the bygone.
paint me in sky blue
O Painter! but add a dash of yellow too.
Paint me in a new template
merging all the colors of your palette.
Smudge black white and grey
Make me a rainbow in a rainy day.
Paint me tall so that I stand loftier than a mountain
paint me as a little bird with soft feathers silken.
Paint me as a violin so that I can sing your solitary tune
paint me as a poem with song and melody in a cocoon.
paint me as a dream that rises with a steady upbeat flight
tint me as a fluttering of a beautiful butterfly.
Portray me as courage and endurance in color so bold and bright
do not hesitate to depict my mind in profound fuchsia and white.
When you would paint my loss and my sorrow
use the color that you would borrow,
for your palette may seem empty
in search of a shade so bloody.
When you will adorn my heart and my love
remember to use the color
of the cloud and the rain above;
yet you may use any shade of your fancy
but do not forget to have the crack within
in a tinge of xanthene.
My passion and my spirit
will have a crimson red hint
my remorse and my regret
will reflect an ink blue print.
paint me as I am O painter!
Paint me as I.
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4/19/2024 1:36:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Moon! Thanks for your kind words about my poetry...I just joined this site and now look forward to reading every poem (87 I think) you have listed here! I must say you are inspirational to me and through a difficult bipolar bout with mania recently you have done more than you know. Thank you so much.