THE INFINITE FLAME - -

in that soft - burning ember, something 

still remained beneath the cinder,

the love wasn't the camphor,

it's the endless unseen

flame, smolders 

into the 

depth of inner, season passed, color

of sky changed, flowers bloomed

and withered, but emotion 

never dried, it existed

in the edge of 

hydrous 

eyes, waiting for new dreams,on the 

surface of love, always existed

the crystal of infinite dew !

your affection tied 

the pulsation,

in the 

swirl of passion, even, willingly it's

so hard to escape from the 

ring of fire - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by jean beolan