THE FLASHPOINT 

eternal thirst has no flashpoint,

in the musk filled night, 

passion becomes 

enraged deer, 

runs 

rudderless, on the surface of

dream trail, echoed love

brings us into the

beautiful flow 

of a 

combined point, life wants

to convert the dual

 body to single

cellular 

soul, 

indulged bodies doesn't wish 

to separate their persona,

perfection of love 

reaches on 

the peak,

the saffron morning smiles on

the horizon line in form of 

bright algor drops, it's

not the climax, life

desires your 

existence 

into the breath, through the

nerves in the captivated 

way to forever - - 

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