Comments about Biajy Mohanty
The prone body,
A tangled mass of desire, lay panting
bundled in flesh and betrayal.
I lurked greedy
At the end of a crime and
At the threshold of another…..
Jagged ends of moments past
drawing crimson pain.
How long can the body resist
The temptations of unfettered freedom,
the selfish pleasures of numb senses,
the wiles of a manipulating self?
At the altar of the dark angels
To the hydra-headed goddess of pleasure
But not before
paying homage to the lost soul
of broken innocence
at the shrine of my entombed...