Parama Mitra Poems

It was a rainy morning
when I woke up...
I woke up from the dream.
Dream - the most blessed happiness,
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To Dream a Dream,
it doesn't matter
whether I'm sleeping or not...
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Once in a sleepless night,
you are whispering day's last pray,
everything became dark and shady,
and you are feeling hopeless and lonely,
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It's the same world, my dearest nest.
It's the same sky, wide and open,
but the blue-azure colour fumed into ashes.
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I thought you were there, far away.
But I found u
in front of me
behind that dark cloud...
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It is the day like some other day...

nothing special...or, is it really?
Day, like Today, comes back once & once again..
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I am NO ONE.

I am an unsung song humming in your heart.
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It's only words they can understand
Which I never have in time,
And they will never look into deep inside
Where real me is always waiting
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You forgot to say goodbye, I remembered not to tell you my name.
Now we became islands, only ocean can find us. Waves are coming back and forth.
I can hear the distant symphony, but the fog curtains the sight.
It' us all awake at night, and there's those days of dreams.
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It is the colour of the Moon which I wanted to show you.
But it seems you found the colour of the rainbow, Violet-Indigo-Blue-Green-Yellow-Orange-Red.

Did you painted the black and white sketches? Well now the pallet is filled with the seven basics.
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