Poem-From The Chest | Thoughts of Words

Today am sharing one of my Bengali poem in English wrote long ago, about 5-6 years ago. Please share your thoughts on this.

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the sun light that peeping into my room

will fall in the wall in same angle in same tangent

other days of this season maybe next season and other seasons

but the one sleeping besides me will she be there?

words lost, get stale as soon as you, I, we speak

as soon as it cross the threshhold, the lips

the memory formed get fossiled to be excavated or for sudden-discovery

the impact first a dark brush stroke, then smudge

then February morning mist only & nothing else

the body you kneading on, you loving at night or whenever it is

will not be your always or is not yours in first place

love, you say, I keep myself deprived of because

of being physical not being abstract one

still though am open to love because sometimes

“sin” is all I want to commit; sometimes I want to feel the ectasy

temporary my thoughts are as she is, as her kisses are

temporary her love like the shade of the bed she is lying naked

next one may not like that shade; she may like where am sitting now

full of west sun light–another temporary matter

temporary is this satisfaction she had gave me

the “sin” will be performed at night when we’ll over the phone

now I shall capped the pen and tucked it before closing my diary

her plump lips, her naked breasts beckoning me to take her up at my lips

moment wants I shall be inside her; I shall decor this evening

of ours with few impromptu decisions–few hers few mine

this urge of ours is what permanent in all this temporaries we share…

–xx–

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