To Attain Musical End (Part-Ii) Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

(Contd. Part}

my only friend the faint torch
shown me there standing an old and deserted
ruined remnant of a temple
dark growing cold as I felt the presence of night animals
smelling me behind bushes nearby
in search of getting access
while terribly finding dark surroundings
night-birds swept me with their wings
abrupt to stop sudden my heart-beats

fear of death or danger was no challenge in duel
only the womb of that tattered temple the flute musing
I've to reach that point of streaming
accidentally conquered the narrowest line to proceed
ruptured grasses lead me to fulfill mission
through the jungle to the staired landing
deem ray of oiled clay-lamp attended my retina
following silently the light and sound
entered the cave formed naturally by devastation
front walls are broken
but it created another passage to hide the cave
almost near to my invention stopped and breathed well

flute being played with its high pitch
following music came near to source
beside the floor a long sitting stair
closing eyes a strong man playing his flute
the lamp beside him
lighting with its straight and gravitious low flame
on the floor near his feet
an enraptured young lady spreading two legs wide
sleeping careless to dominate life and death

the man noticed my uttered hissing
stopping flute immediate snatched out a gun
targeting me that hand-made pipe ready to shoot
asked simply who are you
spreading above my two hands
answered like escaping rat
“Your music took me here, no other intention”
hesitated the man a bit to believe
then melted and asked my where about
told him short whom I came to meet

“Do you like music? ”
“ask you yet! 've already risked my life to reach you,
what more want to listen again! ”
hiding weapon behind, seizing my shoulder
took me beside his seat
the lady awoke smiling with invitation
served me drink getting signal of artist's eyes
a glass of raw and cheap country-liquor

without any fibre to hide her limbs
the lady young came close to aflame me
unprecedented hospitality during those young age
not in dream not in dying
the ambiance, the wildness, the fuels
fired me to ride the classic journey of musical art

sipped long single to empty the glass
it burned inside stomach throat but much not hot
as outside the feminine fire fleshing the festive
quiet cool the man told ‘this girl is hired'
I became weightless to enjoy alcoholic flash
as soon as the man blew his flute again
irresistibly invasive the girl became lousy to strip me off
short-time before my mid-night swim
once again I remembered and felt another
through fleshy fire embarked with musical tune.....(Contd.)

Pranab k c
27/02/2015