I glow in the dark
In my living casket
Foul bioluminescent
Engulfed in the scent
Self-offering present
I'll curb the descent
Corpse waters relent
I'm back at the end
From this I contend
My incessant event
The shore of genetic craving is awakened
on the fertile land of genital limb
The stars of the unopposed sky are burning
in the free-spirited mind
The hungry body is wishing to gratify itself
But the mind is demonstrator on that pelf
If the mind and body lives not together
Then the unity of love will be dissolute fair
24.10.2020 Chattogram
How is it that you touch me without hands from afar heating my soul and awakening the deepest depths of my being? Stirring my mind into lustful wonder, lifting me up, then pulling me under. Swaying me to and fro I close my eyes and bite my lip. I fight to sustain my poise of self-control. Thus of my honor to redeem.
Are you here, beside me, within me with your warmth, your strength?
“Tis Nay! nothing but my dreams taunting and teasing me so. Curse this reality of dreadful meaning I whence!
With tightly clenched eyes refusing to open or to realize the truth_ not wanting to see _ I am trapped in my dreams. Laying in void dread of anticipation not able to bear the anguish of my frustration in silence I scream.
“There is no one else here, no one… only me”! Curse this wretched emptiness_ your fading voice whispering my name. No, no, no, not again I moan … holding on to the last, not allowing this moment to pass. To leave me once again anxiously alone and victimized by Loves’ dissolute games.
***A weee long time ago!
I am like a Siberian tiger
Creeping through taigas
Looking for great power
A letter arrived one evening
Praising my hypnotic gaze
And you craving a carnal touch
I arrived with a prophecy
My magic cured Tsarina’s son
And led me up to autocracy
You can shoot me, poison me
But I will rise again, you will see
The evil protects me eternally
Dissolute December
As far as the dissolute December went
And beyond , went the waywardness of minds
And the apostate April at last did end
The real- time revelries sometimes feigned.
Letting the reins drop and resting all bother
And clicking away till the parting of ways
In the thick of things , with one thing or the other
The reasoning remained stupid anyways
Depressed , texted; and devastated, e-mailed
The status quo still stood so starkly severed
Malware still ruled the failings soulfully rued
In the wake of rulings, rash, virus, fresh, brewed.
Booting up senses to download life once more
Gadgets of head were restored as never before.
@ 23/Sept/2012
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