Shyam Chakraborty

The first glance of you,
The moment my eyes beheld your countenance,
It was clear dawn, redolence of you intoxicate
And roses that never shrivels,
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Resting in your caressing lap
I found my world, desolate I was,
I am not ashamed of this body,
My drunken lusts for moonless sky
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I talk with them in my room,
The guests arrive like migrating birds
Their consummate wings for perfect seasons,
Their inscrutable gestures and incoherent voices,
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When I opened my mouth,
The waves made their way
My haywire tongue that surged
My long confined words,
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Still I quest your love,
In sands the spellings scribbled,
The waves did not wait and
Took away the words.
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She walked daintily down the steps,
The charm she holds,
The sensuous petals opening in dawn….
The dews sprinkled in the cold.
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When I hear him saying love,
I take my shirt off and show him
The scars, the ache undergone
When sky was silent…
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In your silence I weep,
The bewildered lines of my pen
Not enough to shape my tears.
The silence rests at night nearby
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Your nearness that I fancied
Stretching out underneath the night firmament,
The blazing stars and bleary moonlight’s hasty gleam,
The phosphoresce fireflies shimmered in nocturnal winds,
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Haven’t we scuttled through the worn out avenues
Like enervated ramblers? We had dreams
That glimpsed to be one, those pubescent visages
Were like pearls twined in singular yarn.
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Time passes in desolate twilit
Evening endures the aphotic crave
The dusk may reign for hour or two…
The darker stage of twilight may fade
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Brother, *Amma is well, though
Still she breaths with handful dreams
The elegant days in happy swing
The aeons fled in twisting magnitude
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