Contours

Contours

 

I often draw whispers on the mirror

They paint strange faces

In the half light I find the old moon

Staring with a glance of a full night

Before she departs for another day

With still some promises unkept.

 
In those sleepless hours

I lit a candle

The power went off

I try to link myself with those words

Which are part of my soul

And which with me has travelled

That body of unknown contours.

Subhadip Majumdar     Subhadip Majumdar is a writer poet from India. He is certified in Creative Writing from University of Iowa.He also edited for a long time a reputed Bengali poetry journal. Wrote a short novel as Tumbleweed writer in Shakespeare and Company, Paris.Two poetry books published and one novel in process of publication. Books published on Van Gogh from New York and a Short Story Collection available in Ebook in amazon.