(Remarks of Suzy Davis on my poems SLEEP MY BELOVED LADY, SWAPNA, SLEEP attract me some questions while writing love series with my wife, SWAPNA, and I write this poem in a fresh way and publish it.)
Her eyebrows pick up light
as if a sleeping after a sleeping
a little shivering, a little rub on eyes
a little sprinkling of stares
she looks nice
as if she is capable of hearing sound of the earth
as if she is thrilled with night dream.
-“Hi.”, I say
-“Hi!” Won’t you sleep tonight?” she replies,
-“I sleep with very much intensive sleeping
vein by vein, eyes on eyes, in right spirit.” I say,
-“What is that? Do you wait expectantly?” she says,
-“Yes. Why do you not wear bra?”
-“I feel today bra is too tight to feel light.”
-“Even you do not wear a blouse as usual, why?”
-“I cannot say why. I only wear a long silk nightgown.”
-“Yes that I can see, and today you are beautiful.”
-“Are you a saint?”
-“I cannot touch even your eyes with my lips.”
-“I want to take you as blooming flower
I do not want to pluck it
let it swing with breeze,
I do not want to see you as melting ice.”
-“Am I not your wife?”
-“Today I have got a strange feeling in my sense
I want to welcome you as a pure grant of creation.
So I feel no lust, no test of spice or smell of mutton juice.
I do not want to see you lying upon my hands,
I want to imagine you staying in your virgin bonds.”
-“Are you a priest?
Not my husband?
Not my beloved one?
Not my SHOHAR?
Not my partner?
Not my SINDUR?
Not my conch-bungle?
Not my dear one?
Not my conquering soul?
Not my winning Night?
Not my team leader?
Not my philosopher?
Not my PURUSHA?
Not my guardian?
Not my protector?
Not my winning velour?
Not my passion?
Not my symphony?
Then what you are today, my darling?”
-“Today I am your great love-pigeon
sift, your wit, your pious canvas
your dream PURUSHA
who resides in you
but he does not touch you
and he prays for you.
Today I become your distinguished worth,
today I cannot become a sex-slave
today I cannot become a love seducer
today I want to be real lover
today I want to live in your favor
and I am driven in quest what is love.”
-“Yes darling, today I feel something new
and your presence thereon.”
-“Tell me darling, what is that?” I say.
-“In my spiritual sleeping of this night,
I feel many things,
I feel many images in many mirrors”
-“Explain me.” I say.
-“I feel I am hungry of love
I feel I am infallible of love
I feel my beauty is not all for love
I feel my softness is not real vessel for love
I feel my anger is not much spoiler
I want to hear whispers into my ear,
‘I love you; I will love you more tomorrow
I am yours for ever, I am your depth of love.’
I feel I need heroic velour residing in man
I feel I need one able-bodied man
who conquers me, winning me is his a victory
I feel I need a lustful man-husband
who tears my bra, enters his firm fingers
on bare skin of my breasts, tenderly twisting my nipples
and he puts his lips into my lips, kisses my eyes, kisses my forehead.
I need one firmly built man
who holds my hands in his tight grips
and lifts me straight as if I am feather-weight
and throws me upon bed with a shaking
that Japan quack has done to its own traits
and penetrates my body and mind
that I possess by birth and preserve it
thinking it as God’s gift to honor for its bloom
from my childhood to adulthood.
Before slip away from his grips
his tongue breaks my locked teeth
and take away all saliva from my mouth and throat
to feel his mouth and my lips are cut
and having great secretion inside by the able-bodied man
he will live with me and care me till I am alive, in his promise,
then I will feel fresh and turn to be connoisseur of love
that awakes me and thrusts me to take meetings
and to go for marketing, and taking everything on the way in rhyme
that creates root to grace the love forthcoming.”
-“My brave girl, my lady-love, my wife, my beloved one,
I have waited for 60 years to know feeling for love.” I say.
-“Go, take bath, and prepare for the day’s work.” Swapna says.
© Asim Kumar Paul