You, the surreptitious verse of moon, Flare up my passion when the clock struck twelve, Facilely incarcerated my petals in your crevasses With the alchemy of your warm blood. Where the prismatic hues of your curvature Blazing on the skin of winter leaves, I yen for toasting myself in the wee hours, Ruminating on the ebb and flow of the Neptune. The cascade of chords weaves in my rib Snuggling me under the elfin quilt, You kindle my navel to burn up in your dreamboat With your plushy passionate flamboyant wick. But somewhere in my aching core, I couldn't allow myself to see you Precipitating on my plebeian trajectory, Festooning your satin contour with my oafish floss For, I, the deadbeat, the joe of rayless world Where my third eye is the only boon To have your purple peep in my dark window.
Sudipta Chowdhury, resides in Tripura with her husband, who is her pillar of strength and has a lovely daughter of 2 years old. She did her Masters in Economics from Assam University, Assam and currently pursuing Bachelor of Laws in A.K. Chanda Law College affiliated with Assam University. She is an avid reader and has deep interest in literary writings specially poems and articles on burning issues. She won many prizes in literary competitions in her college and university days. Her poems have been published in various web magazines.