Flesh And Fluids Poem by Souren Mondal
Flesh And Fluids
In a dark room with flickering
lights,
melting wax and broken
heart
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,
moon,
Cigarette butts
and a woman staring at the
blank ceiling
The laundry will be dirty...
Souren Mondal
November 1,2015
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!
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...
- got your email.. your 'OK' for the poem in the compilation. GOOD! ! ;)
Hi, pal, what about adding 'Flesh And Fluids', to the compilation 'Our Chains, Our Dreams'...? ;)
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.
Thank yoi very much for your help Wes.. I will be extremely obliged to have your help :)
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: -)
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!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:18:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem is an intense description of an unforgettable night and the title of the poem is significant indeed, saying a lot. thank you.
Thank you a lot for reading my poem and appreciating it Sanjukta :)