Posted in Story

The Bird and The Moon

There was a bird, named Titir was calm one night. It was unusual for her not chirp unnecessarily.
Looking at her, the wind blew, “What happened to you?”
The dewdrop asked, hanging from a leaf, “What happened to you?”
The stars were gazing at her with the same question, “What happened to you?”
Leaving a sigh, she looked at the full moon on the sky. The moon asked her, “Tell me, dear, what happened?”

Titir shed a teardrop and said, “I always wanted to be caged with the chains called love. I fell in love with a tree at first. But he was in love with the river. After that, I flew to the arm of a sage hoping he would love me. He also denied to hold me. Next, I wanted to be by the side of a prince. But he was careless also. Now I want to be free from my desires. I want to challenge myself but I am too afraid to do so. But how can you be so glorious among the stars despite having so many scars?”

Looking at her, the moon smiled. With a loving gaze she said, ” My dear, it’s me who defined my worth. You always wanted to be recognised by others. But I made myself so strong that I never cared for anyone’s recognition. Fly away, my dear. It’s the pain which will make your wings stronger. The danger will make your claws sharper. And surely one day you will find your love who will be there beside you like the Sun always keeps me warm.”

Since that night, the Jungle never saw Titir. Legends say that maybe she found her love, another bird who was there beside her despite many danger because she challenged her wings once.

Posted in Poetry

My Dearest

Dear S, I slept with another man.
I liked his hairy arm,
And his face full of beard.

Dear S, his kisses were passionate.
His lips painted mine,
And I couldn’t help but get wet.

Dear S, I can still feel his body;
Full of manly odour
And he tongue, rolling over me.

Dear S, I enjoyed every thrust
He pushed inside me
Like Adam did to Eve.

Dear S, tell me when did
You lusted over me
Like a thirsty bird like this?
Dear S, tell me when did
You tried to hold me,
Like a creeper holds a tree?

Oh dear S, I love you.
My heart still beats for you.
I still want to touch you.
But dear S, it’s you who
Never saw me the same way
I looked at you.

Dear S, I enjoyed his every breath
And moaning and bites
Which left marks on me.
Dear S, I slept with that man.
And I might do it again.
And I am not sorry.