Love has had a cast of millions millions billions throughout history. But it is always the personification of a single dancing or kissing couple. It is the essential single solitary pair standing glowing in the spotlight of eternity.
Some say the sea is sibilant..others that she is engaged in om-ing... that she roars and crashes, , , or kisses the sand..or slaps the pier or murmurs beneath the moonlight... infinite are her melodies
I can't help offering a basket of snail-kisses
when a woman like a duck stretches her lips wet with sunlight.
When a woman stretches her love-lorn hands, o Yusuf,
I can't refuse her like an impotent male.
(- O Yusuf (Taken from Sayeed Abubakar's one of the most popular Bengali poems belonging to his first book 'Pranoyer Prathom Pap'))
My heart stopped by you when I fell in love
I touched my fingers too my lips then placed a kiss on yours
Your embrace warm and inviting, held me gently
Your finger under my chin as your gaze caress my face
Same as the sun on dew drop fields
In the circle of your love where I am home
"On my pillow"
Your kiss, from dreams a long time ago
a tender caress,
only in dreams.
I confess to watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept
Peacefully and soundlessly
I wished that I was inside your mind to travel in your dreams
on my pillow...