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Waltzing together with our embraced arms
in the courtyard of our own ecstatic realm,
we listen to the symphony of fervent love
which only reverberates our aroused yearning.
It reminds us only the timeless tales of enchanted couples
drenched in their midsummer night’s dream,
while we are immersed feverishly
in close-lipped exchange of our wild passion.
Both of us get soaked in the radiating moonbeam
in the night of amorous spring.

©Manash Choudhuri

I am unable to paint on the blank canvass
of my heart to illustrate my love for you.
Yet! Only for you, all my moments
are blossomed with your sweet fragrance.

From sprouting youthfulness
you bloom with all your ravishing beauty,
I express my disheveled passion for you
with my paintbrush dripped with your splendor.

Underneath your rosy feet
I accomplish long cherished colors of rainbow,
which will sculpt unfinished portrait of my love
on virgin canvass of my heart.

I LOVE YOU

©Manash Choudhuri

Sitting beside you I am crowned
with the tunes of roaring love.
Melody of unrevealed virginity reverberates
in the heart of turbulent ocean
of my passionate desire.

You said, ” I am not sure.”

While wearing the necklace
of adorned passion
with fragrance of first blush,
love strings both of us
on our awakened desire.

You said, “Please! Not now!”

When you unravel yourself
with flowing symphony of husky moanings,
love floats within you and me
making whines of ultimate desire.

You said, “Crush me in your heart!”

While unveiling yourself
you closed your eyes,
listening to my whisper,
“You are Mistress of my heart! My sweetheart!”

You said, “I am yours!  Your sweetheart!”

©Manash Choudhuri

There is no start, no finish,
                            anyplace, anytime
                                            with different forms
are apart
             and at different places;
                                                 time machine
                                                                      a sculpture of time
                                                 master-piece of destiny.

©Manash Choudhuri

Inside a creepy corridor, a painter wanders
with a blank canvas and weird dreamers.
Latticed windows mystify missing space
across their passage, veiled panorama hails with grace.

Merged canvas harmonizes unblemished portal
and conscious sketch rocks on swinging cradle,
wanderer visualizes about unleashed mission
where unflagging dreams perceive embodied impression.

The courtyard of reflective imagination
extends the horizon of sketch’s foundation,
in course of time the dreamers assemble at the entrance
of the clandestine chamber with painter’s maiden appearance.

The transparent sketch casts the characters
in black and white focusing the dreamers’ whispers,
the painter transplants the anonymous dream
on the crest of the blank canvas’ surreal realm.

©Manash Choudhuri

too many cocktails and a twist,
                an endearing impulsiveness
                                     in flawless but stark lines,
                                                       dabbles in merciless black long side beige,
gray,
        buff
               and other muted tones;
                                                   jagged crossroads critical
with multiple retrospections
                                            that craft midriffs;
a delicate inter-play of stripes and borders goes into hibernation
                                                                     till some bright outline germinates…

©Manash Choudhuri

that night under cotton-candy clouds,
chain-link shutters behind secure doors and windows
chased by their own feeling…
with rag around me covered in muddy prints
I get up to explore the images on the windowpanes
struggling to find vacant space…
a thin strip of dream involving freedom’s wings
and perhaps other shadows
trying to find the soil underneath…

©Manash Choudhuri

The relations are bumpy in patches,
smooth in the rest but when there is bedlam,
the bumps become aware of their evil.
All around there is the enlargement of the jungle
rimmed by the nerves that stands like sentinels
against the low sky. When the relation
would start thriving, the disheveled bed
would get harmonious night…
then
everything gets dissolved in deep silence.
The heaven is seen at the end of the buckled road.

©Manash Choudhuri

A long way to meander
to heed a shriek of a flying bird,
                                                 the wings then spread out in darkness
                                                 to open the door of the roofed cage
at the end of the last plunge
of the crestfallen ocean.

Believing the local shepherd then,
the wheat colour sunshine
                                         will open the deserted open door and no one else,
                                         continue to exist alone

a stretched road ahead…

©Manash Choudhuri

the sound of the tidal waves scratched                                                            and going downhill,
                                  segmented relations insisted a break,
course mosaic of coral reefs emerged from the insane desire
                                                               of split dreams,
wearing only a long gauzy veil,
                                                trying to merge both
                                      the floating space on the tidal waves
                                               and the open relations

©Manash Choudhuri