The circle of flame
some designs as rock paintings
on the walls of ancient cellars,
roams whole life in search of
Haecceity,meaning of existence,
emotional radius often
pierced
ambit of unexplained perception,
Deceived by geometric
signals,
Life was geometry or a
general
philosophy,
We just simply -
entangled in pseudo
lotus stalks,
how the night had been
passed
difficult to say my
dear friend,
the soot of eyes was
washed by
horizon,seashore was
lost in an
unfamaliar skyline far
away, often
echoes returned back
empty voice,
though I called them
consistently,
who left whose hand,
where, how
they added
themselves, its difficult
to say the
cipher of equation had
solution all
the time, just ourselves
we have drawn
the circle of
flame.
-- SHANTANU SANYAL
