THE ETERNAL SEARCH 

do not ask me the evidence of survival, life 

has been crossed from the cemetery to 

dream land, that silence glance had

the incantation, with injured heart 

I have touched the finger of 

salvation, in his unique 

love every moment 

life inhibited 

from the 

falling, 

do not know that persona, temporal or 

divine, whenever it comes near to 

body, sensation, desire all 

together becomes the 

sandal touch, a 

fire bath, the 

process

to extraction of perfumes from the depth

of blooming heart, though it's the 

difficult but not impossible, 

in the proximity of that 

latent bewitchment 

life gets the lost 

trails of self 

oblation,

searches the eternal love above the

corporal  pleasure - - - - 

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