THE ALONE TRAVELER

it was known, before the elinquid treaty,

the abutment has some special 

meaning, in your conscience,

the definition of love was 

embroiled in nodules, 

may be it has 

taken time,

but 

I got it, though enlightenment reached

to destination, too late, this space

between us, has diverse, new 

amplitudes, cognition, even

exploration of unknown 

horizons, ecstasy 

points, 

untouched emotion, undiscovered the 

cavities of century old thirst, on 

that mirage inhabited the 

reflection of true life, 

I found, the great

views of epics,

on that nice

acme,

may be it's differ to  intellectual, so called 

masked clergies, or the pseudo 

characters, but it's the 

absolute fact of 

life, that we 

were 

simply an object to get gaiety for each -

other, the organic binding, now 

it's question, that how much

body absorbed the bliss 

and how much 

provided

the 

pleasures, in this procedures did we 

touched the soul, did we evolve

from predacity to divinity, 

it's enigmatic aspect 

of life, not so easy 

to follow the 

path of 

pure

love, amid the passion and adoration 

somewhere was my zenith point,

out of dream only one thing 

was the realism of life,

unclothed laying

 bodies, on 

 the couch,

inside fetus or on the ignited pyre, just 

exposed supreme affection, 

nothing more than that, 

from cipher to zero

travelling night,

alone nude, 

crystal 

clear.

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

painting by -   ROBERT WATSON

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/