My Debonair Soul Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Night dark and breeding silence
I myself alone in the love lane
unbuttoned shirt
moving quiet in leisure
the beloved so called
finishing streaming session
of her successful submission
sleeping tired with snoring
the bed most common
where our contractual conjestion
sometimes revolt to be smacked

returned back she
to her own tunnel
dark and silent also
thinking no other option
except permutation and combination
of regular words
to cook in oven of dailyness

me again hankering other petals of flowring fragrance
me again dream of honeycomb somewhere else
my debonair soul never left me in rest
alone in love-lane of wide heart-avenue
searching a gulf of warm light
to dip deep forever,
no birth again for further dawn!

Pranab k c
17/09/2015