A Night Of Desire Poem by Aloke Mukherjee

Hold me tight until I merge onto blue-sky,
onto a paradox named life....a string of pearls dissolving
Into a blue murmuring ocean- a nameless existence until that hold me, dear! Only moment I am alive, I am,
When I draw you out of you and let me mug you, smother you.

It is raining, patter-patter, night is closing in on, a miasma
reeking of putrid soul, will you remember me for a while
I am you, throbbing with a song long- forgotten- - the way
You smile, the way you dance, the way you walk through my
My life, through a lane shaded with desire to enter you.

In nearby shop someone is chattering, some folks in a saloon
start a brawl, a girl standing alone in the drizzle, hawking her
flesh and lot of gibberish in between, relentless night throwing light
and darkness, love and hate, facts and fantasy confounded into a
cliffhanger—probably Tara, the poetess weaving a tale.

Who is there? Right in the middle of circle of passion and pain.
Forlorn night desiring warmth enter an empty sex like a restless
dream- - who can decipher the riddle of being and being nothing
into a chimera of world of this night with you and me on the swing.