Sing that hearty song;
Before forgetting the verse
Let it be enlightened
In the light of the everlasting sun
Integrate this flowery life;
Before the corpse decays
Let it be enlightened
In the light of the everlasting sun
Say- love you
Before the departure of the life sun
Let's dance at the estuary of coition
In the rejoicing happiness of creation
-17.11.2020 Chittagong
Categories:
coition, love,
Form: Free verse
And I-
Beyond the forest, beyond the mind
Came over-
Kandapara’s field
Before the evening puja
In the journey of this path to eternity.
The thought of ending awoke
Immense pressure of urine in the abdomen
Bubbles of words that have sprouted
In the mystic life of blue-necked bird.
Colored goods-
Splendid poems-
Wanders in brain,
But-
Saint's meditation on locusts
Daily poking of material thorns;
Remains-
Still remains-
The golden words remain airy
The treasure of the heart in strange language-
The fruit of hard nectar hangs;
Eternity hangs
As if the motionless
Strange pendulum.
Deepening music-melody of heart
Remains waiting –
Waiting for a suitable time
Extreme coition of Zeus-
The merry sound of reunion
The voice of indistinct desire
In the lap of the murmured waves
Sex-satisfied body sounds good
In the secret and thirsty part of Leda.
Categories:
coition, allegory,
Form: Free verse
I cannot walk on your eggs
I better lie on oyster bed
I am not impotent, you know, but afraid of coition
Because your eggs are fragile-terrible
Shattering like a pouncing wolf.
It is a strange job -making love with you
But it is elemental -both love and fear
Dominated by the passage of time
Both have to be silent with time
Both have to be sheathed by my poor mother's ghost.
I am not impotent, you know, I have affairs with **** snails
On the street where strange voices raise questions
Minatory shadows surround my ashen face
And look straight through my window
It is an affirmation that mom has not come tonight.
Sands are receding baring turtle eggs
Sea slugs frig around
Hungry foetuses are waiting
Clouds are gathering absurd eyes to lift me up as a song
Deadly legs drive through the hills.
Nights still stretches ahead of me
Like giant captive crabs.
I am stepping onto a savage world.
In a trance I kiss you, I am not impotent, you know
I have to collect my early morning pearls
Before the final war begins.
Categories:
coition, earth, fear, mom, mythology,
Form: Free verse
‘Couch potato’,
‘Couch potato’,
Vexed by every one,
A mother of one,
A woman bulky,
Became sulky.
Coaxed to work-up,
For fitness to develop,
Took to swimming,
Jogging and running,
And drastic dieting,
All unscientific training,
Swift and slender,
Became tender!
Has the training worked wonder?
No! she invited danger!
She is twenty eight,
Walks with a waddling gait,
Gets intermittent ‘blush’?
No! It’s a ‘hot flush’!!
Mental irritation,
At times depression,
Irregular menstruation,
And painful coition,
Pain in the low back,
Fractures the femur-neck!
A menopausal syndrome?
No! An acute weight loss syndrome!
Categories:
coition, caregiving, health, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?