THE ENIGMATIC BOWL
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
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