Voices Within: Shree

Shree is an IT-Pro, turned author and poet since 2015. Her works include short stories collection 'Secret Expressions: Two Stories', novella 'Silent Invaders', which has entered the quarter finals of Screencraft Cinematic Story (Hollywood) Contest 2017, and Bengali poetry book 'Onuronon', released in International Kolkata Book Fair 2018. Her latest release is a novel 'Daffodil: Blooming Beyond the Season'. Shree is a contributing author of 'Flock-The Journey', 'Different Strokes', '50 Shades of Women', 'Petals of Love', and 'Muffled Moans - Unleashed'. She is a regular writer on several writing platforms, portals and magazines. She also works as a freelance writer.

Love is Blind

You lay on the lush of greens

By the side of a melted river with slushy snow,

I have my tresses flying in the fragrant zephyr,

Touching my cold cheeks and sometimes yours.

You stroke them off my face to read my eyes,

Which you say have the serenity of the earth.

Your hands touch me all over like soft sunlight,

To protect my skin from the mist and the gust.

You read me your poems from a paper you have written on.

I hear the crumble of the paper gradually fading,

By a few drops of drizzle of a passing shower.

The paper might be damp, the ink smeared I suppose.

You fumbled for words to make me flatter

And swathe me with all the love,

Like the earthy aroma after the rains.

You make my blood rush with the sweetest melody,

Like a mother does to a fetus in her womb.

You promise me to bring the moon and the stars

At my feet to prove your love,

And build towers of myriad flowers,

Despite every birch of the autumn tree is barren.

I discern, you do all these because I am blind,

Yet I believe every word of yours because my love is blind.

        The dawn

The dew drops on the grass-tips, and the cold breeze.

Made me shiver the morning freeze.

Needed warm clothing,

And waited for the sunshine soothing.

The old log cabin had dense forest surround,

Was dark and quiet, not a bird flew around.

The sky was clear and cold like a canopy of ice,

To avoid the wind the cabin stair was the entice.

Sitting on it, heard a door creaked open behind me.

'Will not turn around", I promised to me.

A chill ran along my vertebrae, anticipating an unknown fear!

Something dropped with a light thud, very near!

Gathered some strength and glanced back quickly.

My jacket was lying there, the one I lost while rushing hurriedly!!

The door closed again and the lock clicked with a sharp sound.

The uncanny fear prevailed with the eerie silence around.

I am sorry because…..

My expression was cold, unresponsive,

Although my mind was racing, my heart was pounding.

I am sorry for not reciprocating your love.

I am sorry for showing you that I was uncomfortable.

I am sorry that I was embarrassed by your touches.

Despite I understand that you love me

From the bottom of your heart.

Your love is pure and free of pretence.

It kills you from within when I link you up

With other girls you know.

It kills you, because you want me

To complement your true love.

I am sorry that I have provoked you.

I remember - you touched my fingers, my palm,

Then gradually my shoulder and squeezed my cheeks.

You took a deep breath as my skin was growing crimson.

You thought - maybe I was blushing.

But I am sorry because I was scared.

You gently touched my cheeks with yours,

Then kissed them like you kiss a flower.

You could not stop but hugged me

And kissed my neck and removed my claw clip

To let my hair down and stroked them.

I was shaking but was gradually carried away

By your adoring touches and kisses.

I hugged you too and desired to kiss your mouth.

But I am sorry I was scared again and pushed you back.

But you were charged with passion and

Wanted to let your feelings flow free.

But I am sorry, I sobbed and hesitated.

I hesitated as you might not like my body anymore.

My body was no longer like the sculptures of the temples,

No longer curvy and voluptuous as it was in my younger days.

My body has now got cuts, bags and love handles.

What if you don't enjoy my body

And look away from me, halfway through?

I am sorry I was scared and did not trust your love.

But now I have faith - now I know 'our’ love,

That I still feel like a virgin when you touch me.

We can still make love like younger days,

Irrespective of my body shape; as our love is pure.

I am sorry because I couldn't thank you

For loving me so much.

I become so helpless when you touch me,

Hug me and kiss me with true passion.

I am sorry for everything I have done.

But now I want to thank you,

Give you everything you want from me.

And fulfill your desires.

I am sorry…. Please return to me,

Me - whom you consider to be your eternal love.

Voices Within Complete List of Poets :: Setu, January 2019