That Night Poem by Neela Nath Das

I couldn't resist my
emotion, so ignoring
all my fears my fingers
touched your number....
077543......the number
which belonged to you.
Desperately I longed
to hear your voice!
I succeeded as you
picked to say me hello.
Do you know how happy was
I then? Overjoyed I forgot
my status, that I'm a father,
husband of a sober lady..
I agree, it was my fault,
but you also wanted!
How strange it was!
I love you, wish to be
one with you- - -all are
true and very true.
There comes always a word-'But'.
Simple yet tough to break
the chain orthodox-chain.
Truth and reality have
no touch of dream.
they are like fire...
If you put your hands
in them, will get burnt...
I'm not an actor,
who plays the part
of different roles
and his tears, happiness
love, sadness are not real.
He weeps when he is alone,
when he faces his own real
life, and he is not also
a melodramatic chap then.
At that night, darkness
crawled into our lighted
conditioned room...
I wept silently as I
couldn't meet you,
i hurt you!
your first words echoed
in my ears which were
full of sentiment- -
did you get time to ring
at last!
Chide me, scold me,
slap me or kill me,
but I know very well,
what I feel about you.
You are my abstract ego,
my love, my another self.
I do not have any concrete
idea about you!
Still I sleep with you
at night in my dream!
That night taught me
thus the thing- - -you
are my Material Muse,
my ultimate destiny!