THE MYSTIC TRAILS

apocalyptic hopes and realism of life 

amid these two points somewhere

perhaps our love is inhabited,

their own thinking, needs, 

couldn't change the 

truth of biotics, 

 nearness

silently incorporated our soul, almost 

knitted in a gossamered thread, 

corporeal oblation shared 

on the altar of passion, 

several times we 

have been 

touched

the apogee, on that genesis land of 

new life's creation, I have 

accepted you with 

inclined neck,

searched 

the 

survival point as a newborn explores 

the feeding place abruptly,from 

earth to space, entire

 cosmos is towards

the thirst of new

destination, 

the paths 

are 

may be different, the absolute truth 

remains with our breath, if it

walks every thing looks 

beautiful, full of 

potentials,

and 

whenever it stays, everywhere remains 

only dense darkness and mist, 

to get some light on that 

mystic trail, hence 

I loved you, felt

you, filled in

breathing,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
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