THE ENIGMATIC BOWL 

in the spinney of screnpine flowers, after

just sunset, desire becomes active, 

moves freely under residues,

fallen dry leaves, as a 

cobra searches

the origin of

fragrance, 

this

rustle is the imprint that my heart beats

for you, lamps raises to burn itself

in the edge of your eyes, 

twilight glows by 

an incognito

a mystic

gem, 

it's legend that serpent carries that stone

in its head, hunts consistently to mate,

how much that's myth or real 

 I don't know,but some 

mysterious glint 

emerges in

persona, 

as

 mesua ferrea blooms on the thorny terrain,

in maniac way, I love to become 

toxin man, on that moment 

body wants stinger of 

love, exchange of 

that life desires

to drink all 

kind's

venom, miseries, agonies, shadow - light 

victory defeat, all the ecumenical 

wounds are meaningless

before that thrilled

enigmatic bowl

of absolute

love,

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