Monday, April 30, 2012

HER QUEST


I don't know why it took me such a long time to write something.....why I had written something like this....but then may be there is a quest that often remains unheard in a lot of relations burdened with marriage, family and society and what ensues is a gradual exploitation.
This poem is a cry to all those women shackled under the chains of physical exploitation to break free.....seek their freedom, whatever be the cost, for it is their own.....I hope I can reach out to someone in need!!!

HER QUEST

                                                                                                      - SAPTADEEP BASU (2012)
Thirty years by my side,
Another thirty I might just crawl by;
Locked up deep inside,
Was a fucking quest burning alight.

Ravaged my puny youth satiating your bored desires,
Your different positions which you proudly proclaimed your “emotions”;
Ramming me hard to prove you were a man,
If you could have survived the pain, I would have called you a “woman”.

My broken jaw testifies your love,
My battered body has served your need,
My swollen eyes still have its dreams,
When between my legs you satisfy your greed.

I want to rape your soul,
Feel the pleasure of seeing you bleed,
As I have been a million times,
Like a piece of flesh under the butcher’s knife.

I bloat like a corpse in your stinking piss,
To cleanse my soul of my nuptial deeds,
A naked facade that shall shame the heavens;
Was ready for you to plunder once again.

I lay beside you caressing your hair,
Slithering over your skin, but you didn’t care;
Held you down to devour it as you often wished,
Yet tonight, it simply caved in.

Locked deep inside, the quest still burnt alight,
Why I had let thirty years simply pass by?
I rubbed myself hard and felt the woman in ages,
Till I was wet in the flow of red.

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4 comments:

bb said...

nice blog

KayEm said...

What a powerful poem. Conveys her raw emotions at his being a brutal monster in life very convincingly.

Saptadeep said...

Thx Kayem...Life is hard...& I wanted this poem to hit harder...maybe that's why it's so raw in approach!!!

mamta said...

This hit directly to the soul.I do not know how you are able to convey all emotion of a women in words like this may be you have a heart of poet that's why.This is brutal reality of women life.Strongly appreciate this one and you are right it is hard for a women specially in our country.


"I bloat like a corpse in your stinking piss,
To cleanse my soul of my nuptial deeds,
A naked facade that shall shame the heavens;
Was ready for you to plunder once again".....It is not easy to read as it bring pictures of cruelty."

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