Souren Mondal

Gold Star - 31,504 Points (10th November 1991 / Chandannagar)

Flesh And Fluids - Poem by Souren Mondal

In a dark room with flickering
melting wax and broken


He stands lonely after a sweaty encounter
with her,
she's all of eighteen

Flesh and fluids,
all have been mixed up and exchanged.

There's the smell in the room
that same yet different smell of flesh and fluids

Both of them are young and beautiful
and there are many like them
on Saturday night of October

But nothing will ever be same...

The moon at the three o'clock in the balcony,
the smoke rising from his Marlboro
and her languid bony, body under
white sheet

A pair of moist eyes fixed at the ceiling,
Moments, passing yet not passing,

There will be many more nights and
many more women and men in
beds of hotel rooms

But there will never be the same smell,
Cigarette butts
and a woman staring at the
blank ceiling

The laundry will be dirty...

Souren Mondal
November 1,2015

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about Flesh And Fluids by Souren Mondal

  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/10/2017 12:34:00 PM)

    - got your email.. your 'OK' for the poem in the compilation. GOOD! ! ;) (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/5/2017 6:02:00 AM)

    let me know..
    Hi, pal, what about adding 'Flesh And Fluids', to the compilation 'Our Chains, Our Dreams'...? ;) (Report) Reply

  • Wes Vogler (2/6/2016 1:46:00 AM)

    You know, for a third language, you do all right. (corr buds/butts) I found this very easy to read and want to hear more from you. Flesh and fluids... excellent imagery. Any way I can help you with the English language I would be happy to do so. I have a low academic record and am thus still able to communicate person to person. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (2/6/2016 9:57:00 PM)

    Thank yoi very much for your help Wes.. I will be extremely obliged to have your help :)

  • Aileen Figueroa (11/18/2015 8:24:00 PM)

    Yes, a typical night for a lot of young people out there,
    looking for a quick fix or a rush in the middle of the night.
    Nice ink: -)
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    Souren Mondal (11/18/2015 9:26:00 PM)

    Thank you for commenting Aileen.. But if I may so, it's not as simple as a 'quick fix' and an impending 'regretful morning' with a 'walk of shame' - my intention in the poem was actually to portray how the lines between pure sexual desire, just a one night stand and lovemaking is often blurred.. It's problematic, complex and not so simple... Women and men exchange 'flesh and fluids' but do they not exchange anything else? Is it always that easy as to a 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' or merely 'having a good sausage' to play with? ? Perhaps not.. The sexual union is casual and yet there are grey areas... That is what this poem is about... Those grey areas in different shades in the act of sex...

    Thank you again for reading my poem.. I really appreciate it :)

  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/16/2015 4:26:00 PM)

    Well... Your title peaked my curiosity and caught my attention. The poem is well written first off. The opening stanza left me puzzled and curious... Wanting to read on... Flickering lights, melting wax and broken hearts... a heated yet empty romantic encounter? You reflect on the fact that these empty sexual encounters happen with young people all the time and you beautifully describe the couple together... But keep inserting dissonant words like bony, blank, languid... And there's the flesh and fluids exchanged... Is that it? No feelings, no love, no hugs? She finishes and stares up blankly at the ceiling.... This is quite different from your description of the woman in the green dress looking up... Which emphasizes even more, the earthiness, the despair of the couple lacking heaven or soul in their union. Well done Souren! (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/16/2015 10:13:00 PM)

    Thanks Pam.. When I was writing this poem I had no real idea about what I did.. Eventually this is perhaps the only poem which I have actually TYPED and not WRITTEN - I just wrote whatever came to my mind..

    I feel somewhere down the line we are moving rapidly towards a point where we want only SEX and lovemaking.. And I am okay with that too, but sometimes the lines get blurred, and I guess this poem is about that - when one can't differentiate between sex or (the impressive four letter word) and lovemaking.. Tenderness is lost for wildness.. Wildness lost sometimes for tenderness... People never want the same things at the same time - the synchronisation is missing...

  • Sumit Ganguly (11/12/2015 3:20:00 AM)

    vivid scenes, broken hearts, touchy poem. Thanks for sharing.10 (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/12/2015 9:00:00 PM)

    Thanks for reading Sumit...

  • Valsa George (11/10/2015 10:57:00 PM)

    Flesh and fluids.... the title is quite catchy! But such encounters will only end up in an increased sense of fatigue in the hearts! I am reminded of a Wasteland scene......... also of the sordid images in Eliot's Preludes..... 'the dirty laundry' and the 'soiled hands' go hand in hand! Great write! (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/11/2015 12:03:00 AM)

    Thank you very much ma'am... And ya, T. S. Eliot is perhaps the most amazing poet I have read, so this is a huge, huge compliment for me... Thank you.. Thank you a lot...

  • Sanjukta Nag (11/2/2015 12:45:00 AM)

    The poem is an intense description of an unforgettable night and the title of the poem is significant indeed, saying a lot. thank you. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/2/2015 1:48:00 AM)

    Thank you a lot for reading my poem and appreciating it Sanjukta :)

  • Kelly Kurt (11/1/2015 12:00:00 PM)

    A very honest view of the ritual. Love or lust, the lines are blurred. Thanks, Souren (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/1/2015 10:06:00 PM)

    Thanks Kelly...

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/1/2015 10:08:00 AM)

    Flickering light does melting of wax in this wonderful humorous poem shared with wise thought. Really amazing...10 (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/1/2015 8:01:00 PM)

    Thank you...

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/1/2015 9:59:00 AM)

    Lovely.........You write with passion, I liked it...10
    I invite u to read my poems.
    (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/1/2015 8:02:00 PM)

    Thanks.. I'd love to read your poems..

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 6, 2016

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