Bed Tea In Rain Drops Poem by Indranil Bit

A monotonous ring wakes me up this morning.
It's still misty outside, curtains are out wide,
I can hardly recollect arrangements last night!
Dressings are jumbled and an ornamental pile!
Dismantled room! Scratched pillow! Feather vine!
A monster hungry and freaky danced all night!
A monster! Is it not a hard punch describing self?
A monster of love-night, a true gentle morning self!

It's still misty outside, curtains are out wide,
And I miss your presence on my divan side,
I smell sweat and wet and chocolate and grape,
When a whistle n phew comes from kitchen hide,
A monstres must have couched somewhere in fide,
Floating hair! Bare front! Tickle tooth! Long stride!
Careless gown! Hand-drawn eyes! Nails long n tide!
Has the night ended or is it to? In the Fancy bide!

I smell sweat and wet and a monstres flesh!
Night falls over! Yet I mock at morning fresh!
It's now drizzle outside, curtains are out wide,
Bed tea, brew, shining cup, bare skin, lust eyes,
A sudden flow, a falling cup, a careless cuddle,
A flying sheet, two locking mouths, a crackle,
The night is yet to end n it is so? In the Fancy bide!
A true gentle morning self! Someone mocks at fide!