depth of conscience, the
external casing isn't
permanent, it
falls alike
the
dream of last hour, in your - -
eyes, there's the endless
edges of life, one birth
isn't sufficient to
touch that
the
soulful emotion, that infinite
drowning has the rare
ecstasy, the life
becomes
as the
burning incense stick of the
temple's sanctorum, it's
beyond the imagine,
a cold unseen
combustion,
the real
love
floats as the enticing divine
fragrance - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
