Monologues of Passion

THE SWEETEST SYMPHONY OF THE NATURE SWAPAN KUMAR RAKSHIT The natural environment sings the sweetest symphony with a smile, Because she knows her treasures as a mother knows her daughter. I don’t know for how many years she would keep such a low profile, If we consume her shamelessly or if we want her immediate slaughter. The misty meadow whispers sweetly to all of her sprouting seeds, Because she knows that her sweetness would come back like return gift. But how long she would incarnate herself, if our growing needs— Explode or ascend uncontrollably just to destroy or to dwindle it? At the peaceful night, the crescent moon lulls everyone to sleep. The darkest night lullabies with a promise to offer a brand new day. But how long the moon would appear at night with recuperated trip— If the sweetest marvel of moonbeam is employed only to roll on hay? Perhaps, we have forgotten to sing the chorus of the grand matrix – That has been sustaini...

My muse Swapan Kumar Rakshit My muse blushed to telleverything, but she didn’t hide That her feelings have been changed by nature’sgrace. That made my manhood much spirited by bringing pride And encouraged my heart to place ourselves face to face. The subtlest chain that linked me together with my muse Suddenly changed into a reverential rope with fine knot. Like two slaves of the nature we started to use and reuse The sources of enjoyable heat within us to become hot. We started to yearn for desperate tenderness in silence, Our eagerness intensified to feel our life’s newest pulse. She rearranged herself to reciprocate my sudden prance, But holds me tightly inside her to oppose a quickened revulse. Our activities encouraged our desire to be more adamantine. But I know that my reverence helped me to enter into the shrine.