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Testimony

I recall by chance the astuteness of rain
When the thin smoke from charged pulses of cold haze
Befriended the weeded way . . .
Leering further into the viscera of the village,
Clouds of old beginnings heaved potent sighs,
Loud, frenetic and full of powder.

I revelled in the warmth of acid lightning,
Quick to mirror the village in its own image.
The grey breath was intense,
Fusing teethed mirth with grim spheres.
Then came the vitrined harmony of fleeing spectres!
Tricks were revealed.
Tenebrous paths came to light.
And the rumps of sensuous fowls stood stark
Before the reality of weaned souls.

I recall lighting up a cigarette.
Adding to the atmospheric smoke,
I held on to the banter of coyness, flat,
Resolute, and with rummaged blessedness of initial stages
Blending well with the greed of May.

Summer Nights

I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on the large vestibule of the sun sum up
their lives and times on seasons’ palimpsests.
The wild party closes by the stretch of the twenty-first hour.
Darkness, frightened, creeps in with the stealth of a departing thief,
the coyness and diffidence of an undocumented harlot.
Twilight aids the shut eyes of young irreverent bats;
drunk with summer's furiously spouting liquors,
like the denizens of an unclothed city, they fly low,
with gambolling wings, propelled by unseen strands of evening gales,
shadowing briefly the glints of pimping stars eager to witness the next day’s
orgy.

Darkness Veils Anguish

Solitary can remind us of who we are. 
I rubbed the skin cluster wait for hope star.
A shield wall adds depth to the seas shallow 
Coyness hides in a falsehood shadow. 

Out of the darkness, into the light of day. 
For my spiritual world, I should shun. 
God's light has pointed me in the right way. 
From post to a shaft, it shines alike the sun. 

Although I was caught with foresight.
I haven't screamed or yelled loudly yet.
resilient to odd stops or writing blight.
any traps that might strain to be beset. 

Outside, the land of fury and weeping,
Darkness hides a fear set to emerge.
Although years are a hurdle, creeping
Who grasp us will find we're a scourge

Written: December 19, 2022

Coyness

Days pass and I wish I could pour out my mind as a man
It has been delayed reluctantly of which decision to make
In fear of his reaction and his possible take 
For culture demands man grace to woo and not woman

Quattro Mani

If ever
You walk Cable beach
Say hello
To a girl I know
She’ll be sitting there
Come sunset
Under a wondrous sky
That will make you believe
In Gods and magic
And love too
If you gaze to long
Into her hazel eyes
You’ll know her
By how her auburn hair
Shines golden
In the evening air
It will flow across her body
Hiding her curves and graces
As ocean currents do 
Upon a reef
Her demure
Will be of coyness
Her being 
Pure innocence
And when you talk with her
It will seem 
You are playing a piano 
Together
( Ludovico Einaudi, Oltremare )
In harmony
As one
A sad love
You won’t notice
The incoming tide
And then
With one flip
From her flipper
She’ll be gone
Into the pearl farms beyond
And you
Will walk Cable beach again
In the evenings
Come sunset and cyclone
Just to talk again
With Quattro mani

To Her Ardent Mister

after  To My Coy Mistress by  Andrew Marvell 

Had we but World enough and Time 
Your mating call, sir, were no crime.  
If lifetimes were more than a  few 
I’d spend an Age for each of you. 

First with a Parisian lover 
For a century I’d hover.
Then hot Latino macho boy 
Will fill a few decades with joy.

Then I meander solo East 
On diverse cultures I would feast. 
When great adventures I’m done with 
I’d meditate on what Life is. 

For, Mister, I deserve such state 
Not would I love at lower rate.
Then comes the quest for the best part - 
To whom I shall invest my heart. 

But, sir, you’re right, there is no time 
To waste on matters less sublime. 
I’d rather spend all years I have 
On vast eternity of Love. 

Your mortal fears I’d gladly spurn,
The grave would be my last concern. 
About my pores with instant Fires?! 
They’ll last a lifetime to transpire. 

Into my coyness do not delve 
Handle your ardour, sir, yourself!

Stretches of Silence

Dewy-eyed, dragged on
With gaze upon 
Spectre brighter than a noonday
I caught her soul entwined in the web
But lack what to say, like a play

Even with this swift communion of a babe
Entangled in the slying-coyness
I still let her feel the beat of my shyness
Trapped in the stillness of her eyes 

But not to let go for long
Holding onto parts rendered undone
In our vacant gaze towards the rising sun
Made more severe by the sudden bright ray shone

I know she could melt a heart as snow,
Bring me the stars if feelings were made to show
Her heart always as pure as gold
Yet, I let her vanished into her fold

Would she ever feel my absence?
Would I ever catch glimpses of her presence?
Oh, would she ever cross this path again?
For I have spent years hoping forever in the rain in vain.

Mekhela Chador

Mekhela chador

I was too hurry and overwhelmed 
To embrace the attire
"mur maa rr mekhela chador" ( - "my mater's Indigenous Traditional Assamese Dress")...

The days in kindergarten,
I cherish the attire, in her wardrobe enhanced and ironed 
The dining hours,
I often queried her, to own the attire 
And in festive tyrant,
She dressed herself in the silken weaving attire 

The onset of puberty;
My body and soul celebrated draping of the attire 
From my breast to my waist to my ankle 
For the first time, I engulfed the feeling of being a woman (and beautiful)
All coyness and tenderness are ornate as my fragrance 
The attire was made of silk in creamy white and cherry thread
Like droplets of cherry-red blood unfurling the snowy linen
And the ears heard joyously whispering me
"mur maa rr mekhela chador" ( - "my mater's Indigenous Traditional Assamese Dress")...

Her Oil Indulgence

Her oil indulgence...

Her oil indulgence...
It was all over her hair tress and
Permeated in her whole skin too
From top to toe
And the drape slips away

'Her nape just uplifted her bun on air'
'Her breast embellished those glinted mamilla' 
'Her navel yet to lose the dewy charm'
'Ahh...those are private and mine'
'Her legs tall, long-legged like crane from those blue mountains near the valley'
'Fable of her oil indulgence'

Those eyes, filled with coyness 
The more closer I knocked, her breathe unties the call of waves 
Grabbing her shoulder, slipping down the spine to waist and hip
She emancipated her mortal body to reach out my soul 
Her oil indulgence raised the blaze 
Nothing could abate it
But only warmth the Universe

Coyness

Coyness
Sheep for pets, I wimp amidst a modest plain of bushy regrets whose leaves of 
                         character abandon its tenuous grasp of reality upon that being 
                                                   grounds of despair, and of what little morale 
                         of my reputation framed my girth, the grains wherein, had my persona lisps, though my internal meekness raked up in a pile just shy of hope.

2020 February 28

Kiss Me More My Love

Of all the gifts you have bestowed on me, my love,
 it is your kisses that I value the most.

Passion enraged
Affection enhanced
A kiss can spell love's worth.
Propelled I am into a world of mirth
Each time your soft lips brush my nape.
 Surreal it is,
Crushed is my coyness
Each time you linger long on my lips.
A sparkle of magic 
Exudes from my heart 
Each time you fondly peck on my cheek.

But of all ur kisses I have felt, my love
The most I cherish is your kiss of guilt.

That little dewy kiss you press against my forehead
Each time I am bitterly in bed
Soon after we've had a tiff.

Unbeknownst that I am feigning my sleep, but in fact,
Waiting to cherish that momentary bliss ....


21st December 2019

Love-Full Last Night

our contacted eyes with no coyness
our breaths breathe us together
our heartbeats frequently quest
a bared night abreast the dark
through the dim moonlit
crossing the shameless owl's eyesight

we, the love 
spend the time of loving life
as on the orbit and longitude of hypnotizing veins
one in the body of another
submerged in one existence

o’ that was last vigilant night
till the cock’s flapping its wings into the cage
and dawn crows’ cawing

this morning sun peeps
the silent tired bared pair


-April 01, 2019, Chattogram

The Shadows of Betrayal

Forever feelings lost forever
            in the shadows of betrayal;
He thought he was being clever,
but coyness leaves a trail.
                        Your heart really tries,
yet trust has been wounded by the sting of lies
and love can't resurrect it once it dies.
      A dark curtain descends blocking love's light,
            and you know things aren't right;
                        for all you do lately is fight.
There is no trace of truth whatsoever,
            reality begins to lift your veil;
      he is tone-deaf to your cries,
            and so, the locks are being changed tonight.


(Fragmented Rhyme)


11/5/2018

Ninette-03

Teen
comes to
buy flower
for making love
with sweet sense of life.
Self coyness mind
makes all blush
for slight
mat. 

-September 12, 2018 Chattogram

If Love Were Enough

If Gratitude were enough, 
I’d fill the oceans with mine for having you
If laughter were enough,
I’d make you laugh till your last breath,
Just so I can hear that beautiful sound for eternity

If dancing was enough,
I’d waltz and foxtrot with you till your feet hurt
If tenderness was enough,
I’d then spend the rest of the day massaging those feet
Just so I can take the aching away

If life were enough,
I’d trade mine for yours in a heartbeat
Just so you can live to fulfil all your heart’s desires,
As all I want for you is your never-ending joy,
Your gentleness, coyness, kindness
And if love were enough,
I’d love you in and out of time,
As I love you from this day onwards,
I will love you beyond my final breath

I LOVE YOU…

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