Friendship

A deep pain soon
Rose in my heart,
I knew I’d never see them again,
Though the moon
Was trying its best,
To tell me:
But you’ve so many others,
What do you seek?
So I said right back
Friends are not like sisters or brothers,
They don’t take my love as
A granted, but differently,
Listen intently, O moon,
Listen and realize
What did I get from them
Love? No...
Hard to define,
Yes, that’s it:
Nothing but friendship.
Still did something part us
When we didn’t want to;
But had to.
Is it true? I felt...
My eyes flooded,
I stared at the moon, hoping it to say,
“You look anything but gay!”
But of all it said,
“You can be yourself again,
Keep your tears at bay...”
And then I saw her coming.
And many others...
And the moon said,
“ See then,
There in your heart,
Broken though it may be,
Your friends are still present.”
I still could not smile,
Did I really leave my friends in France
When I returned to India?
By then I was sure;
The moon knew many secrets.

Is This A Dream

I forgot where was I,
Amidst twinkling stars,
I was in the night sky,
I had crossed the frontier bars
Between life and dreams.

I forgot where was I,
Between Jupiter and Mars,
When Dreams said to me 'Bye'
I had to cross again the frontier bars
Between life and dreams.

(To any dreamy person)
Sreeja Mitra


*(Author’s note: I couldn’t resist writing this. Whenever I
go to visit dreams, they always seem to be waiting for me. I do not always go to them in my sleep. I do not always stay in their home for long. When I obliged to return, I return. But then, my home doesn’t seem my home at all.
My eyes tell me that this is your home, the city of Bombay.
But I’m still far away in a place, a place which is far better than a palace of gold. How can I believe them?
I know I’ve returned to the earth, leaving my heart in the depths of the ocean of freedom in the capture of dreams.
I know it liked to stay there, likes to stay there and would like to stay there. Perhaps for forever. But how could I help it? Its hard to decide. Sometimes I do have to force myself in paying attention to where I and my heart should stay.)

A place

A place, which touches my dreams.
A place, where dew drops twinkle
Like stars.
A place, where the sun plays hide and sick
With trees.
A place, where roses sparkle
Like rubies.
A place, where the rain can sing
With the wind.
A place, where my eyes dance;
To see the sorrow washed away
From my heart.

(To any sad person)
Sreeja Mitra

Is The Sky Blue?

The sky is not blue,
For there are clouds between me and you.
Clouds of dust,
Dust of trouble,
Caused by...
Who? Who?? Who???
Me and you.
I started the quarrel,
You ended it;
I felt sad,
You felt bad.
For, of course, we were only the cause
Of the whole hasty thing.
I thought and thought,
You fought and fought,
Against abominable anger that surrounded us.
But we will break it’s wall,
And get back to our happiness.
There is nothing to worry about,
Or be sorry about,
But yet...
We are, after all, just young.
Our matters are not considered important,
Though it may be to us.
But what shall we do then?
We break our hearts open,
To see what it has underneath,
But when I discover the whole thing, I hesitate.
I can join the pieces of my heart again!
I can make you my friend again!
I can. Can you?
Oh, of course you can!
Is the sky blue?

Allez petit bateau !

Allez, Allez, Allez petit bateau
Loin, loin, loin comme tu veux !

Toutes tes voiles, tous tes trésors
Vont t’admirer petit bateau,

Mais tu es seul, tu as peur
Va jouer avec un autre

Le bateau anglais ou belge !


Sreeja Mitra

* amar meyer lekha pratham French kabita....takhan or bayos 7 years!