Saturday 26 May 2012


THE SWEET SYNCOPE 
I don't know; who is that, often fills the 
seclusion with passion bloom,
a damp emotion, slowly 
smoldering day 
and night,
whose touch, reacts as sting of sweet 
toxic fang, an heavenly pain
goes through the 
cell to soul,
the combustion of whose lips; confuses
the consciousness, whose eyes
have that the stakes; 
life remains 
on the
spiny edge, who is that; weaving a 
lattice in the body; by a secret
treaty with the dream,
who seeks to 
seize my
masculinity; as predator himself
becoming prey, this is an
opiate or any 
fascination,
it's land
or sky beyond recognition, after meeting 
her; I do not remember 
anything - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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