Sunday, 11 August 2013

THE VOLUNTARY COMBUSTION - -

I'm helpless before your insistence, 
repeatedly, I said you, do not 
come so nearer, do not 
love me, in this way,
self desolating !
but you 
didn't listen, incessantly, I reminded,
do not play with igneous circle,
one day except the ash 
nothing will be in 
your hands,
still -
you do not want to return, anyway - - 
no doubt, I love your boldness,
the spirit of voluntary -
combustion !
and that 
obstinacy forces me, to love you in - 
beyond imagination, where 
all perception, example
becomes fade,
hence 
persona desires to accept the life of
moth, maybe short, but in your 
love it looks more longer
than an immortal 
soul - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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