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. Stories and Poems published all around the world. Two poetry books published and one novel in process of publication.

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