okay done

okay done,
dont come,
dont come back,
now things are... a little changed.
the glimse of this girl
makes me a little dizzy.
and her smell makes me a little more dizzy
and i am sure soon i'll feel drunk,
so why you waste yourself with me;
good decision.
but this girl's face is interesting,
her dimples reminds of her,
oh you dont know about this her,
your never gave me chance to tell you.
and damn; i dont know how come this girl smells like
this second girl with specticals.
you dont know this second girl with specticals either
because you never knew the first girl with specticals,
but why i am talking
about all this,
now it doesnt matter a thing to you.
but you must remember
that we still have a coffee  to take,
and you know,
actually you never know
that what a coffee can make to happen.


by
mohit kant mishra
march 28, 2014 03:18 hrs delhi

i lost my blue sweater

i lost my sweater this morning,
the blue sweater,
which kept me warm
when it was cold
and i had nothing else to keep me warm,
because i left everything behind.

i lost my sweater this morning,
the blue sweater,
the sweater
everyone liked on me
and i like the touch of it,
to me.

i lost my sweater this morning,
the blue sweater,
which i bought from janpath
because...
because i had no money
to buy a branded one.

i lost my sweater this morning,
the blue sweater
in days, i put on as it was,
in nights, i put on it inside out;
it's both side's skins
were my skins.

i lost my sweater this morning,
the blue sweater,
which kept this chest warm,
where you live in;
it kept it warm
and also the feelings i have for you.

i lost my sweater this morning,
the blue sweater.



by
mohit kant mishra
march 23, 2014 23:58 hrs
delhi

mohit-john # 9

An affair

I am deeply in love with this poetess.

Whose name is the girl with woven hat.

Her words are the magic tricks, with this she rules. Rules on me.  She stays with me with her words. Words sounds everywhere i give my ear.

This is really pathetic that someone falls in love with a girl, through the words she arranges.

He must be nervous to say this that can we have coffee together.  he must  check his words (she is wiz at words you know), Otherwise she may laugh at him and say a no to him.  

Well, i have been thinking about this for long. What is this, is hard to say that this poetess leaves words and to these, i talk. like she is around.

together we have planned how to woo her, many times. But where should i find her, (she keeps mum about this)  i don’t know.

we have gone all the roads together, sung those crazy songs, counted all the stars. I promised her to listen to her only and to speak the words she wants to. Exchanged our beings to each other and........i  wished to remain as her.

i live (lived many) life with her. 

To this the girl with woven hat who unstitched this mouth which were unwanted because there was no one to listen, no one...., i want to say with all my heart while i curl around her waist with my arms and press  my lips in the crook of her neck and she turns to me.  i lift her chin and say those three words, "Cactus sounds great". 

Mohit Kant Mishra

Dec 2011 

wo gulab

darvaja kholte hi nazar padi us gulab par,

jise hfte bhr pahle

 main isliye le aaya tha

ki gulab pr nazar padegi

to dil ko aachha lagega,

lekin vahi gulab ab murjha gaya he,

 dekh kar lagta he jese naraz he mujse....

use dekha nahi ya dhyan nahi rakha

ya shayad dono.

kitna ajeeb he,

sukhne k bad pattiyon k rang halke ho gaye...

aur gulab ka rang gahra. 
Vo jo kahana chahta tha,

murjha kr kah gaya.......

mohit kant mishra

june 2011