<p class="ql-block">Eroticism</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Bapon Dev Laru </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">In the silent language of the body,</p><p class="ql-block">words are sometimes unnecessary;</p><p class="ql-block">a single gaze is enough</p><p class="ql-block">to send a tremor through the blood.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Even before touch arrives,</p><p class="ql-block">its anticipation awakens,</p><p class="ql-block">and somewhere beneath the skin,</p><p class="ql-block">an invisible door quietly opens.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">We give desire a name,</p><p class="ql-block">then surround that name</p><p class="ql-block">with the rules of civilization;</p><p class="ql-block">yet desire always knows its own way.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">In Freud’s darkened chamber,</p><p class="ql-block">dreams return once again;</p><p class="ql-block">the light we try to suppress</p><p class="ql-block">finds another window through which to burn.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Sometimes it wears the body of love,</p><p class="ql-block">sometimes the warmth of solitude,</p><p class="ql-block">sometimes it becomes an restless fire</p><p class="ql-block">born within the act of creation.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Even an unspoken desire</p><p class="ql-block">has its own grammar;</p><p class="ql-block">through the eyes, the breath, the silence,</p><p class="ql-block">it keeps writing its own dictionary.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Eroticism, therefore, is not merely the body.</p><p class="ql-block">It is the mind’s long journey</p><p class="ql-block">toward the body,</p><p class="ql-block">where desire itself becomes</p><p class="ql-block">humanity’s oldest poem.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">《爱欲》</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">巴彭·德夫·拉鲁</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">身体自有沉默的语言,</p><p class="ql-block">言语有时并不需要;</p><p class="ql-block">仅仅一道目光,就足以</p><p class="ql-block">让血液泛起震颤。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">触碰尚未降临,</p><p class="ql-block">对触碰的期待已然苏醒,</p><p class="ql-block">在皮肤之下某个地方,</p><p class="ql-block">一扇看不见的门静静敞开。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我们给欲望起一个名字,</p><p class="ql-block">再用文明的种种规则</p><p class="ql-block">把这个名字团团围住;</p><p class="ql-block">但欲望永远知道该怎么走。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">在弗洛伊德幽暗的诊室,</p><p class="ql-block">梦再一次归来;</p><p class="ql-block">那束我们试图压制的光,</p><p class="ql-block">找到另一扇窗口熊熊燃起。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">有时它借爱的形体显现,</p><p class="ql-block">有时带着独处的暖意,</p><p class="ql-block">有时变成一团无法平息的火,</p><p class="ql-block">诞生于创造的行为之中。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">即便是不曾说出口的欲望,</p><p class="ql-block">也拥有自身的语法;</p><p class="ql-block">透过眼神、呼吸、沉默,</p><p class="ql-block">它持续书写自己的词典。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">所以,爱欲并不仅仅是肉体。</p><p class="ql-block">它是心灵朝向肉体</p><p class="ql-block">展开的漫长旅途,</p><p class="ql-block">在这旅途之中,欲望本身</p><p class="ql-block">成为人类最古老的诗篇。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">My name is Bapon Dev Laru, and I am a poet and writer from Radhaballavchak, a small village in Paschim Medinipur, West Bengal, India. I have been passionate about literature since childhood. Besides poetry, I write stories, songs, and various forms of creative writing.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">I am 41 years old and earn my living by tutoring school children. I dream of publishing a collection of my poems someday, although financial limitations have made it difficult so far. I also dream of travelling abroad and exploring the world.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">I live with my parents, my wife, and my nine-year-old son. My writing is inspired by life, human emotions, relationships, dreams, and the simple beauty of rural living.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我叫巴彭·德夫·拉鲁,是一名诗人与写作者,来自印度西孟加拉邦西梅迪尼布尔县的拉德哈巴拉夫查克小村庄。我自幼热爱文学。除诗歌之外,我也创作小说、歌词以及各类文学作品。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我今年四十一岁,靠给中小学生做家教维持生计。我梦想有朝一日能够出版自己的诗集,但受经济条件所限,这件事至今难以实现。我也盼望能够出国游历,去见识广阔的世界。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我与父母、妻子,还有九岁的儿子一同生活。我的写作灵感来源于现实生活、人间情感、人际关系、种种梦想,以及乡村生活质朴的美。</p>