A Pair Of Poems Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Your eyes…

No, I could not see your soul
through your open windows;
all the times I cast a fond or an intent gaze
I got me stuck in the pathway maze!
All the times I looked into your voiced pupils
I found my miniature self; auto-caricature image!
Your eyes have neither white nor black magic
but they have a divine pull of a virgin brown cascade!

O night, my night, my love…

O night, my night, my love-
I like your deep dark complexion
and our love lives in darkness.

Why should the silver disc
spy on us at our love hours?
Half or full this prying mellow plate
acts like a nosy paparazzo...

O night, my night, my love-
tell the maid of honor
not to adorn my lady with neon-lights.

Who`ll tell the fools that you hide your face
when they make a try with their stupid flashlights?
You are as you are under your black shroud;
I love you and my love makes me so proud.

We lovers do know how to escape a floodlit place
and we count our seconds by a clock of the space!

O night, my night, my love-
let us flee to the land of Arabian sands;
no, no, let us fly to the bosom of African forest- -
Oh, yes, yes, we can rest on the pacific breast!