That bizarre path has no end, it moves Through the fibrous net with multiple Fold, numerous points have their own Sovereign planet, a land of coral reefs, The retinal gateway opens not frequently, In a life, one or two times, emotional Waves are very delicate, which makes the Crisscross way as a fragrance of tuber Rose, night fuses soul and body on the Bushy chest of moonlit landscape, the Extreme passion brings us to this point To follow the path of the overall offering, The midnight rain fills the valley with love, Stranger but beautiful creeper freely Moves explore the seductive origins, The warmth of breath activates the lost Link of ecstasy, viscous saliva boosts Intensity, as lemon drops fall on the Caustic soda, a giant froth, lifts and up, Meanwhile, raindrops fall on the baked Clay tiles create a mysterious but Passionate sound, clayey, sweating smells Merges the personas, champagne boils Vigorously, flows consistently from the roof To the climber of nocturnal bloom, rain Sustained longer than the exchange of breath, It’s still raining, we stretched the palm To collect the pearl of gratification, on the Sky Moon is trying to escape from the Muscles of condensed nomadic clouds, The roaring noise is slowly becoming weaker And weaker, sleepy eyes need new dreams! — SHANTANU SANYAL
