Mandira Mitra

Mandira Mitra Poems

How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways:
I hate you like the early winter six o clock alarm
I hate you like Black coffee that forgot to stay warm.
I hate you like a surprise test on Compound Interest
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I would erase all memory of you, I would
Strike out word upon word with delight
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The flowers of May are in full bloom
But they do not attend my fresco.
And only yesterday, touching up Noah,
I felt the wind change directions
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Fall-winter girl,
Sparkling, wise
Words trail off
Fashions capsize
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This seals our pact; from this day
You turn a different route, I go my way.
No turning back, no tearful sighs
As we look up ahead at our apportioned skies.
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A house is new
After many many years of moving in
Until, one fine morning
You add a fresh mourning
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Shut your eyes.
Whoever failed to make you see
You are the handsomest man on earth
Mirrors, friends, magazines
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At age nine, an exasperated teacher
Slapped me for being circle-obtuse.
None of his analogies worked and
The circle remained a mystery, a
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Now touches the first ray of the Sun
My tomatoes’ ruby face
Peeping from the green junction
Of their dark gloomy foliage.
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Do not be afraid to build.
That’s what Granny said.
After three-score and ten
Years of traversing nations,
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She of the allied forces
He of the foe
She of the lion
He of the buffalo
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Rain clouds gather in the sky
Like stalkers in silent consensus.
Grinning, communicating eye to eye
Crouching for you
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Morning, mourning dawn
Faint, feint grief
Thrones thrown my way
Offer no relief.
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I leave you nothing, Papa,
Except a red brick mound.
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Oh why are the winds so wild today,
And the skies so sizzling blue,
Birds unusually vocal
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To warm urgent winds
Stroking insane minds
Thunder and rumbling in sky
And ocean, come rain.
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Nothing to say anymore
No emotions, complaints,
Unreasons that shout,
Without a word further
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Worlds hum slowly in my sleep
I drown in dreams; their shadows deep
Like gypsy women's ancient art
Lull an ischemic heart.
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Sunday morning. I dust my alphabets to a shine
To build you a dainty rhyme.But you wake up
Red-eyed from your nightmare
Like the Loch-ness monster.
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You wanted to travel the world, so I wrote you a song.
Now you want to be a singer. Maybe I shall hunt a forest boar
And adorn your ego wall with its hooves.
Day before yesterday you were talking to
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How Do I Hate Thee? Let Me Count The Ways

How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways:
I hate you like the early winter six o clock alarm
I hate you like Black coffee that forgot to stay warm.
I hate you like a surprise test on Compound Interest
An interruption to my Saturday night or an unwelcome guest.
I hate you like I hate Mama, when she asks me who called and why
I hate you like the waiter who says, ”Coming! ” and takes all eternity.
I hate you like the Summer Sun shining on me with a vengeance
I hate you like an offensive mail that offends me and says “No Offence! ”
I hate you like I hate a scrub, especially on Holi day
I hate you like a spending spree when bucks are not coming my way.
I hate you like a lonely walk down National Library
I hate you because lovebirds are cooing hand in hand ignoring me.
Do I love you still? No, I don’t. Yes, I do… oh damn!
I hate you not for what you are but for what I am, what I am.

Mandira Mitra Comments

Syed Ali Sagar 24 September 2006

Well Done Mandira, Feel the Sensation of movement in meaning.Is the strain with your pen or thoughts.while reading the poemThe word of Sun crosses the plane of the(earth's) readers equator.Is your reality day and shadow night are of equal length while you write this one. Syed Ali Sagar

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Syed Ali Sagar 24 September 2006

Well done MANDIRA, The sensation of movement in meaning.Natural strain is with your pen or Thought? . Word of Sun crosses the readers equator. Is your reality of day and shadow of night are of equal length.....M.Mitra. -Syed Ali Sagar

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