flames risen from the ocean, nothing was
the abnormal, fumes impenetrated
the sky, its matter of perception,
volcanic combustion or it
generated from my
corporal world,
I know,
the address of derivation, somewhere -
between the tavern and shrine,
my love inhabited since
the creation, that's
your definition
it's bad or
good,
in my glossary, love is gender less -
cognition, a glibness perception,
knows only flowing toward
the slopes, continuously
embracing the arid,
afflicted, barren
land, it's
free
from all the worldly shackles, natural
completely parthenogenesis,
a feeling to adopt all the
universe inner heart,
just the space of
beauty and
realism,
--- SHANTANU SANYAL