Last Bite Regret

 Poem; Tapas Sarkar

Not with hunger, but with love 

I bit a part of that pleasure, 

I chewed the taste 

And ate the beauty, 

I felt the essence of caring 

Maybe it's called love or other…,

Long after, when all the tastes are gone 

Now, not love, but the hunger is brute, 

There is no hand to feed 

Even a drop of water is a far away dessert, 

There left only a memory with a dry body 

Who is silent with his last bite regret. 

#mystic_purist

Belief, Trust, Love

 Poem; Tapas Sarkar 

If belief is the strongest apparatus

To our relationships, to our intimations, 

Then Trust must be the purest hope 

To our beloved's beliefs and innate love; 

Only then, there love must bear natural fruits 

To our brainly senses, to our utmost feelings, 

Contrariwise, I've seen hundred musks 

In a single man's face truly incongruous;