Vyapti's Dreamland - Page 45

It sounds good Nibedita. As usual, a few whispers of a confused lover, who loves to love but is reluctant to accept the same love!

Thank you Madhuri. ❤️

First I posted it, then I got confused whether the writeup was insulting him....so deleted it.

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The navel, those eyes, those ornaments—

I will become a ganikaa for you, O Prince!

My desire is disloyal, unrighteous;

Beholding the masculine beauty in men,

It is gratified again and again.

Listen, what a beautiful voice that man has!

His lovers were not deceived without reason.

Look at another man,

The man my adolescent eyes saw—

Victorious in the arena;

What speed, what skill, what allure!

Look at another one;

His pride enchants hearts.

Oh, his shameless celebration of victory,

The victory he brought us!

Should I tell you more about

The numerous other men, Prince?

Let it be;

It is not that you do not understand.

What fault is there in all this?

The peacock spreads its plumes;

The peahen is entranced.

That is why

Such desire

Is not considered a sin

For a flower yet to be smelled.

This flower wants to be smelled,

O Prince!

This woman is enchanted with

The beauty of men;

It is impossible for her

To become a faithful lover.

Still, if I do not savour you,

This life is a meaningless waste,

O Prince!

So I will become

A ganikaa, O Prince!

Come, come to my place;

Look at me with enchanted eyes,

Take thirst, give thirst,

O my Desire!

Dear heartless,

One day I will find you out.

Whether today or after many years,

I will find you out,

And then I will beat you.

For all the pain I have suffered in life,

I will take revenge on you,

Only you.

I don't care what is right, what is wrong;

I don't care whether you deserve it or not;

I don't care whether all my suffering was justified.

For all the humiliations

I have suffered,

Whether deserved or undeserved,

I will humiliate you.

I am a knife

Whose only thirst is for your blood.

You must be laughing, no?

Laugh, laugh, until the day—

The lonely girl,

The lonely knife,

Will scratch you

One after another after another.

You liar!

Why did you make her feel loved

Even for a moment,

If all that she deserved

Was guilt, shame and failure?

You—