Life For Ever Poem by Aloke Mukherjee

Heaven is my ex- motherland, my lebensraum
I built a log-house to live in—to live in an acre of green grass;
I love the dell where I built a sunset city, the twilight never dies
In the crimson flavor, the beautiful lips half-parted with a hope,
Desire quivering with expectation of moments and moments stitched
In a wreath of being and not being- -give me only two spoonfuls of love


Give me a pinch of love to live with a spoonful of dream in this world
Of bare flesh, mucous membrane and this bare existence,
Of living forever in a dead soul, what other meaning life can have than
Living with two spoonfuls of love and the eyes with glow of another dimension.
You are, sweet-heart, you are and I did not find heart in my brain.
Clasp my hand, hug me tight, and let me enter the desire before the night ends.