My Existence Is In My Imagination Poem by Uttam Biswas

I am alone on earth
With my loneliness.
They hate loneliness,
But, to me it is like
My beloved.
I can get
All the events wholly mine.

In my loneliness
My outer part seems
to be inactive,
But, my inner most part
Is always active
And restless.

At this moment
My mind remains busy
Painting a beautiful face
On the surface of nature.

At this moment
My mind decorates
Your body with various
colourful cloths.

At this moment
My lips contact your
Artistic lips and
Sucks forth sweet juice
As the bees suck forth honey
From various beautiful flowers.

In my loneliness,
I can see the dried leaves
Falling down dancing
And dangling.
With that I can see
Your hair dancing and
Dangling with the
Wavering of the air.

In my loneliness,
I can hear
The rustling sound
Of the dried leaves
On the surface of the ground.
And it reminds me
Your shy approach
With the jingling sound
Of your anklets.

In my loneliness,
I can see the moon
Sweetly smiling
In the clear sky at night,
And I compare it
With the tinsel that
You wear on your forehead
Just between
Your eye brows
That provides a blur
On your face,
Like the blur
Around the fully lit up moon.

In my loneliness,
I feel you in thousands of ways,
And I make love with you
In thousands of ways too.

Every moment of my loneliness
Gives me pleasure and
Makes me merry though
It is an imaginary way,
But, it makes me shocked
When in reality I only see
A blank page with
All my arts erased.