Subhash Misra
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Every time you meet another person
Every time you reach another destination
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The hills filled with fight and fear
Days are lost in rudimentary cheer
One could’ve a million sensitivities
But only if there were green on trees
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I am like you
But not really
You could hold skies
Over my thoughts
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This year there will be no summer
Inestimable afternoons
When not much really exists
Only a silence burning on
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Wherever you go whenever you travel
There is always something to unravel
Freedom is an unconscious quest
To stay away from the daily unrest
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When the humour dries
The words rebound
From their meanings
Not easily ignored
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In the room
Flowers bolted to the ceiling
Like detained stars
Outside
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Tonight I sleep as the sun rises somewhere
The sun that will warm a few hearts
Shine a few faces
Tonight the sun will make a day
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Umi, you tell me to sleep
this used to be my bed time
but this was when I had a bed
we were at home
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Sometimes I feel that in darkness
You do not grope for light but for words
My words that twinkle with your touch
So much that they become smiles in my nights
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I always say it: the eclipse is only about who occults whom
How does it become my opinion, a tonal bane, an as if
I could have stopped the collusion of the planets
Or I could colour the shadows green or crimson, if you wish,
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Subhash Misra Biography
Subash Misra is a poet, development worker and UNICEF staff. Subhash Misra's book Gangasmriti & Other Poems was published by Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India. Columnist Khushwant Singh wrote, "We have a new talented poet joining the band of Ganga worshippers. Subhash Misra was born on its banks at Mirzapur, educated on its banks at Varanasi and made his livelihood in Calcutta by the Hoogly. In his collection of poems, Gangasmriti & Other Poems, he goes ecstatic in praise of Srishti: The Creation "I was born on the banks of another river/ Another name for self and all of us/ I was not born in these plains — watching your slide/ Nor did I arise where the barriers to meditation/ Are left behind. If you are looking for the root/ You will find it in 'I' and Us. That is where/ My ancient land was before it became country,/ Nation, state, date and repeatedly rewritten history. Later, from the maturing rhyme/ From the earliest of all times/ You awoke us/ Making your own sand and smiles/ Creating your own gods, grains and grass/ Gliding gently, dashing wildly, turning seductively/ Reclining piously on flowers and brass/ From sweating snows to sleepy morning dew/ From hot and humid days to a regional blue." Subhash Misra has worked for UNICEF and has headed the Tsunami Recovery Program in Andaman & Nicobar and then contributed to the Afghanistan National Development Strategy as an adviser with UNDP, Kabul. He started the development organisation OASES in 1982. Subhash Misra has also contributed personal experiences to various Indian newspapers. He is currently working for UNICEF, Iraq.)
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Every Time You Meet
Every time you meet another person
Every time you reach another destination
You have to learn a new language
You begin with everyday greetings
Acknowledgements and appreciations
The words for a colour or a season
Then you have to return
Some phrases sticking like dust
Others like stars, there are some pollen too
But soon all nuances confined to memories
Like graves visited occasionally
With carnations with different sound
Trying to relocate the feelings and perfumes
Nowhere to be found
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