From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

[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-4md

Part III

Part III (continued):

My hands moved gently,
Tracing the curves of her hips,
Over the seductive rise and

fall to her thighs,
Her smooth skins broke
out in goosebumps,

The hips quaked slightly,
Small tremors danced across

in a slow waltz,
Rising and falling,
Dancing to their own rhythm,

Like waves cresting and
In a trough crashing on the sea shore,
They moved in unison to my delight;

And just where the hips sloped away,
To meet a gorgeous pair of thighs,

The narrow, thin gorge turned,
And lost itself in mysterious unknown;

Patience, my heart,
I cautioned.
[22]

Deftly did my fingers dance,
From her slender waist

Up the rise and down her hips,
Over skin smooth as satin,

Her delicate muscles
Danced sublime,
To the magic of my feather touch;

Oh, how did I restrain myself,
And carefully tasted every morsel,

Visual bonanza that was offered
By my lovely damsel;

As I walked with my fingers
Down the gentle slopes,
I could sense a stiffening of

Her delicate muscles;
Expecting? a heightened desire? hesitation?
I was not sure;
Ever so slowly she moved

and crossed her legs,
And my fingers were imprisoned

in the soft nothingness of her
inner thighs;
I was mortified.
[23]

[December 4, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

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From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

[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://https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4m6

Part III

Tried as much as we wished
to hold on to the moment and
stay in that eternal embrace,
Our racing hearts had

lost all controls and
a wild warmth was spreading fast.
With a sigh

she let go of me and
hid her face in her palms,
She turned her face away,
Turned her back to me and
lay face down on the meadows.
A streak of ray through the leaves,
Lighted her back in an ethereal glow,
Cascading dark hairs down her spine,
To the bottom of the

sensuous rise of her hips,
Contrasting the silky smooth

skin on her back,
Glowing in the afternoon sun;
She lay there

as if in a trance,
barely moving.
Her bare back

a canvas for me to paint,
My fingers as a brush
I gingerly proceeded,
Parting her hair tenderly,
I touched the nape of her neck,
An audible gasp escaped her lips,

She shuddered and tensed,
then relaxed;
And she smiled.
[20]

As my fingers played
music down her spine,
Gently touching and

probing down the center line,
She tensed and
relaxed in a rhythm,

I could feel her muscles
through her smooth skin,
dancing to my tune,

And slowly I moved down.
Her back narrowed
from her shoulder to her waist,

And then spread wide
to encompass the voluptuous rise,
I sauntered at the slight dip

where her spine met
the narrow, deep gorge
parting her hips;
Fearful of where that

dark deep gorge lead,
I ventured no more.
As she hesitated

and hold her breath
and lay motionless,
I gazed away
from the temptation.
[21]

[December 4, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

Connect with me in twitter @pranabsarma2020

From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

[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.]

Link to the previous part : https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4lW

Part II

Patience my heart, I told myself,
Enjoy the moment and don’t rush;
But the moment took over

and we lost ourselves to love,
Blushing cheeks of my love

turned crimson red;
Was the sun getting warmer

or the meadow on fire?
She gently took my hand on hers

and embraced me,
Her slender arms around me, caressing,

As if to reassure,
Eyelids opening slightly,

fluttering like a butterfly,
She smiled,
And my heart molt.
[13]

She took my hand,
Kissed it once, kissed twice,
And gently put my hand
On her heart
;
The air went out of my chest,
As her warm breath touched my face,
Brushing my cheeks lightly,

Her sweet breath shortened,
A sense of urgency that I wanted to prolong;
And with every breath,
Her heart racing,
Her twin peaks of desire rose and fell
As she gently squeezed my hand
and pressed it down,
The floodgates of heaven were thrown open
and passion rushed in,
My resolve failed.
[14]

Those two throbbing balls of desire
gently curving up,
Never had my eyes behold
such a delightful sight;
Firm like an orange

but soft like a ripe mango,
Dancing in tandem
with her rapid breath;
Inviting and alluring,

Supple and soft
Tempting and seducing,
Demanding explorations
but also entreating

a gentle handling, and
as I traced their graceful curves,
She moaned,
Breathing a contented sigh.
[15]

Warmth radiating from her
Slowly engulfed me in a trance,

From her dimpled chin
drops of sweat fell
to the base of her graceful neck;

The tiny rivulet coursing
ever so slowly down

through her heaving bosom,
As a river meanders
from its source to the ocean;
I gazed transfixed

as I traced its course,
Her velvety smooth skin
offering no resistance to the flow,

It emerged from the narrow pass
of her breasts

into the flat valley below;
The glistening stream

pooled for a second
in the slight depression

of her navel,
And a fear raced through
my mind,
I stopped.
[16]

[December 1, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

Connect with me in twitter @pranabsarma2020

Answer to a Question without Solution

I wrote this poem in my mother tongue Axomiya (Assamese) yesterday and translated to English today. This poem is part of a series of poems I am writing for last nine months or so in Axomiya and sharing in Facebook from time to time. Not all of them are translated to English yet though I hope to do it someday.

Why did you ask me answer
To a question without one,
I gave you my heart
Without any question,
Alas, you didn’t wait
Even for a moment
For an answer,
Away you went
To a place too far,
The new address,
You didn’t share,
Today I wait forever,
Door to my heart, ajar,
And in the pubs,
As the barmaids pour wine,
In goblets kept filled,
I search for an answer,
To that question without solution,
Of yours.

নিমিলা অঙ্কৰ উত্তৰ

কিয়নো সুধিছিলা বাৰু তুমি
নিমিলা অঙ্কৰ উত্তৰ,
মইতো দিছিলোঁ তোমাক
বিনা প্ৰশ্নই মোৰ অন্তৰ,
নকৰিলা অপেক্ষা তুমি অকণো
পাবলৈ উত্তৰ প্ৰশ্নৰ,
গুচি গ’লা দূৰণিলৈ,
নজনালা নতুন ঠিকনা তোমাৰ,
অপেক্ষা আজি মোৰ চিৰন্তন,
উন্মুক্ত দুৱাৰ হৃদয়ৰ,
আৰু পানশালাত চাকীয়ে
পূৰ্ণ কৰা পিয়লাত মদিৰাৰ,
অহৰহ বিচাৰোঁ মই
তোমাৰ নিমিলা অঙ্কৰ উত্তৰ।

The Pursuit of Happiness

The pursuit of happiness,

Ah, there lies the fallacy,
When one seeks,
One gets,
But is it
What is expected?

Happiness lies

In the moment,
Don’t let it go,
Let it flow,
Enjoy what you have,
This moment,
It will not come again.

Let it not be wasted
In pursuits futile,
In death is
Peace perfect
That won’t matter,
So live the moment,
And let
Happiness find you.

Loved for eternity

day will come
when our paths diverge
a new life waits you
while I walk alone
down memory lane
what lies ahead, destiny
death will knock on the door
when the time comes
but tonight fill my cup
this moment that
I am with you
pour me so much love
that it overflows
let me satiate my thirst
and drown in your love
let me capture the
moments we have left
and fill my heart
so that the poison
never touches my
lips again
and when the grim reaper
stands behind me
shall I say
I have no fear of thee
for I have loved
for eternity

Don’t ask me about past bygone

I wrote this poem a few days back in my mother tongue , অসমীয়া  (pronounced Axomiya, also known as Assamese) and translated to Bengali and shared with my friends and family. After a couple of days I translated the poem to Hindi and English in that order.  Among the four, Hindi is my weak point. Sharing all four version with English first and the others in the order written.

Ask me not what pain is hidden

Behind the smile

Past is buried today

Long forgotten Continue reading “Don’t ask me about past bygone”

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