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“Of The Heart and Soul”: This book of mellifluent poems abounds in the feeling of love

Author Piyali Mitra
  • The book “Of The Heart and Soul: A Mellifluous Whisper” by Piyali Mitra is a poetry collection that forays into the themes of love and the concept of love.

  • The book is all about being in love and expressing love for nature and love for humans, and how love can be a source of inspiration, uplifting and transcending self from one realm to the other.

  • This garland of verses as the author would love to call is also a memory book remembering the various emotions her mother has been subjected to.

  • Read an excerpt from the book below.

Editor’s Note: Two poems from this poetry collection, ‘Garden—Solace of the Soul.’ and ‘Sweet Dreams.’, are included in the following excerpt.


Garden—Solace of the Soul.

I look out to my garden

It transfixes and transports me

Into a world of beauty and color,

A sanctuary of peace and ecstasy.

Where lovely things mix and match.


As fresh morning unfolds

The flowers nod their sleepy heads.

The dew drops fall from leaves of plants,

Reflecting the glorious sunshine.


Parallel helixes, winding all around,

Soft shrouds caress the skin,

Spiraling pine dancing and whirling,

Rolling as a feather on the ground.


The green and yellow papaya hang low.

Some small, some tall,

Straight trunk with no branch to grow,

Dangling large-palm like leaves

Swinging gently in the breeze.


The bottle palm head held high and tall,

Defying nature’s rage and furious call.

The scented lime gives a fresh presumption,

The rounded long gourd peeping from the green junctions.


The cilantro whisper pass from grass to grass,

The frugal curry leaves dazzling in the auburn sun.

Seeds of carrot and okra

Fostered and nurtured below the earth.


Creepers sauntering on the flower bed about to be raked,

Slumbering peonies feigning to stay awake.


Impatiens in jaded pink and red burst forth,

Inca, Dianthus, Narcissus, Ferns

With outspread fronds, waiting to take an oath.

The Hibiscus, Calendula non-sentient is ever smiling,

With petals of vibrant hues and nectar filling.


I walk around savouring each aromatic smell,

Scattering sweet alyssum that smells like honey and love

Throughout the soft air.

This garden where love blooms like a flower,

Not overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,

A treasure-trove where friends grow,

Where distraught minds and souls of the world find ease.


This garden where life goes on,

Filling empty spaces when the old plant gone.

A soothing balm for troubled heart.

This is where I tread into—

A retreat of peace crossing

Dignified borders and stretches of wood away I find tangles of happy disorder.


Sweet Dreams.

Tonight as you open your window and gaze the sky

Full of twinkly stars, a veil of a blushing bride.

The riding moon alights softly on earth, peeping into my room.

I lay in my bed holding you tight in mind,

The thoughts running behind my head with every breath that I take.

You’ve crossed my mind many nights,

I search for you, but none a place you could be found.

The injured soul finds solace in dark loneliness.

I close my eyes, I hear your voice inside my heart,

You whisper to me so elegantly.

As you kiss my forehead.

My heavy head hits the pillow,

Falling asleep,

To the rhythm of your heart beat.

“Sweet dreams — O my sweet one”

While angels keeps our dreams sweet.

I rest now, the breeze upon my face, I drift far away in the land of warmth and pure bliss.

Excerpted with permission from Of The Heart and Soul: A Mellifluous Whisper, Piyali Mitra, Blue Rose Publishers. Read more about the book here and buy it here.


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