[I wrote this poem over a span of one month. As the poem is long , I shall post it in parts every Friday. It’s a poem about love but some may find the content semi-erotic. Lest their finer senses be disturbed, be aware and proceed at your own risk.]
Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.
Link to the previous part : https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4mL
Part IV (continued):
Oh shame,
caught in the act!
She opened her eyes full and
from the unfathomable depth
Of her eyes,
She gazed straight into my heart;
She smiled.
Those lips,
Now full and plump with desire,
Parted;
Set of pearl necklace opened and
tip of her tongue gently kissed
her upper lip;
Supporting herself on her elbows,
She raised herself from the meadows and
whispered softly,
My love,
What you see,
Are you satisfied?
Have you ever heard a goddess speak?
Speechless was I.[30]
[December 7, 2020]
As I sat there mesmerized,
Her eyes twinkling,
As if bemused,
She took her feet away from my lap,
Sat upright and crossed her legs,
Took my hands gently on hers,
Looked me in the eyes
and softly asked again,
My love,
satisfied are you
with what you view?
In amazement
I could only nod my head,
My heart about to burst
out of my chest,
It must have been beating
so fast and loud,
Anyone could have heard it
from miles around;
Oblivious to my racing heart,
She took my hand and
put them in her chest,
And whispered,
Feel,
How my heart beats for you;
I swooned.[31]
[December 8, 2020]
© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021
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I am on a long road trip at present. Drove nearly 4500 miles from San Jose, California to Albany, New York visiting national parks, monument s and the five great lakes in eighteen days.
Fleeting Muse 
So touching
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Thanks Ritu.
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I’m still getting voyeur vibes from this. It’s all the opening and closing legs and asking him if he likes what he sees. Out of my comfort zone.
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Understand. Thanks for your frank comment.
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I always try to be frank. If you don’t trust me to be critical, how can you trust me to be sincere in my praise?
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And that’s why I trusted you to read and comment.
Please bear with me. Another ten or eleven weeks maybe.
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I will! I might even have my eyes back by then 🙂
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You will. Take care Jane.
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Every day it’s a little better. I still spend a lot of time correcting what I’ve typed, but the fuzz is getting clearer.
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Good to know.👍👍
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🙂
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Long before Shakespeare, in India there was the poet Kalidasa who was one, and the foremost , ‘ratna’ (gem) of the ‘navaratna’ (nine gems) of King Vikramaditya’s court.
The story goes like that Kalidasa was an ignorant and illiterate person, who was spurned by his wife on their first night and was asked never to return till he had something to say. Kalidasa did penance and worshipped Devi Saraswati, the patron deity of learning, and Saraswati, pleased with his devotion came down from heaven to bless Kalidasa in person and asked him to open his eyes. On seeing Saraswati infront of him, a poem (or chant) came out from Kalidasa that is still being used in offering prayers to Devi Saraswati. It is a beautiful poem. Alas, Saraswati became angry as the ‘poem of praise’ described her from head to toe instead of from toe to head as was the norm for praying to gods and goddesses. Though she didn’t take back her boon, she cursed Kalidasa that he would die as an unknown in a house of prostitution. Just for reference, in those times the “nagar badhus” ( town’s brides) were well versed in sixty four forms of arts from music, dance, current politics to economics and their houses used to be THE gathering place for people who mattered to discuss everything under the sun. As luck would have it, after penning masterpieces of Indian literature, Kalidasa was mistakenly killed by king’s soldiers, mistaking him to be a thief that the soldiers’ were chasing who had taken refuse in the same prostitution house that Kalidasa was a guest at that time. So the curse of Saraswati was fulfilled.
Despite introduction of Persian as court language by centuries of Muslim rulers and nearly two hundred of British endeavors of denigrating anything Indian, whatever remains of Kalidasa’s writing still remains established him as the most prominent Sanskrit literature after Sage Valmiki and Sage Vedavyasa who had authored the two great epics Ramayana and Mahabharata.
Well, one can dream of being Kalidasa but I have no wish of dying in a current house of disrepute😂 .
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Thank you for the lesson in a culture I know nothing about at all. The countries like yours that had an alien culture foisted upon them, but never lost sight of their ‘true’ culture, have such a rich heritage. The former colonisers are now in the position of cobbling odd bits of culture from their former colonies onto the mainstream culture but they have lost sight of what the mainstream ever was.
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Sanskrit is a beautiful language but first the kings and the priests hijacked it saying it was “deva bhasa” – language of the gods. So for the common public many languages evolved from Sanskrit leading to the diversity of languages in India. Then the invaders from the middle east and the west came and slowly the language shriveled. Now like Latin, it has mainly become a language for religious functions.
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It’s one thing that unites all of humanity, the way the powerful turn everything to their own advantage, stealing language, beliefs, ideas and making them their exclusive property. Latin used to be a lingua franca but once it bacame the ecclesiastical language, only the élite were taught it and used it. It became another form of division.
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Yes, unfortunately.
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