Blood floods the moon bride.
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As your round moon face
Speechlessly, deaf at theSong of the skylarkCarried thereBy the cool autumn breezeOver the lofty mountains.With the mask ofA nighty birdSinging toIts own echoing self,With the breath ofThe immobile animal faceGrowing stiff with bluenessWith the enormousMuteness of stone,The pale reflectionOf the fallen angel fromThe western skyDisappeared into theOtherness of the other.And I was backInto me.
All my boyish dreams
With your silent whisperIn my earIn those days of youthBore fruit-It helped me shapeA man in my own image,In me.
କାଲି ତମେ ବରାଦ କରିଛ,
ଯେ ଯାଏ ଯାଇଚ ତମେ ଛୁଇଁ,ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ନୀଳ ମୋହର ରେ…ଆଉ ଏବେ ପାରିବି ନି ରୋକିମୋ ମନ ର ଆବେଗ ଉଚ୍ଛ୍ୱାସ,ଏ କଲମ ଯିବନି ଅଟକି,କେବେ ଆଉ ହେବନି ଅବଶ…ମିଳିଗଲା ଏ ନୀଳ ଅକ୍ଷରେ-ତୁମ ପ୍ରେମ ସବୁଜ ସଂକେତ,ମିଳିଗଲା ମୋ ଛାତି କାଗଜେପ୍ରଣୟ ର ନୀଳ ଦସ୍ତଖତ…
A poet
A rainbow of ErosIn the raining skies of the loversBeyond their horizon of lust,Below their zenith of thirst.And SomeoneWho lets them imagineThe preponing of all seasons of romancesBathing in elixir of passionate loveThat can ever dawn upon their Eastern sky.
Like the Shiva and The Sati
Like the divine ChantsEmanating from some Universes-Unknown and undiscoveredWe had beenThe shadow of the shadowsOf lives, we had been together.The focus of the light andDelights from worlds anonymous!We were yet to be there,Yet to be born onAnd yet to be together! !
Love
Below everyone’s feetLike a mother’s lap.Buttressing.