The story of that wet night; as a poem
unfinished; into those tiny rain
drops had hidden some
enigma, an effect of
internal eruption,
blooming of
emotion,
either
you'd snatched the consciousness or
that was an obsession of mine,
after flowing away from
the confluence; we
are one body
and one
life,
that's the mind's estuary; their body
the level is zero, the soul is churning
the oceanic depth, venom
or nectar, which is
obtained, we
have been
accepted
that,
be immortality or extinction, the
regeneration is certain, the
pure love never dies,
it flows between
the stiff pass
of hard
rocks of time; everlasting - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
unfinished; into those tiny rain
drops had hidden some
enigma, an effect of
internal eruption,
blooming of
emotion,
either
you'd snatched the consciousness or
that was an obsession of mine,
after flowing away from
the confluence; we
are one body
and one
life,
that's the mind's estuary; their body
the level is zero, the soul is churning
the oceanic depth, venom
or nectar, which is
obtained, we
have been
accepted
that,
be immortality or extinction, the
regeneration is certain, the
pure love never dies,
it flows between
the stiff pass
of hard
rocks of time; everlasting - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
