Dr subhendu kar
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! *** Untold Art Of Love ***! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Soul rejoices by enlightened grace,
virile breeze smooches passion by mirth
heart touches tunes even million miles apart
earthly rhythm seems to reel thorough red
fear of falling never baffles grace of love
as the beauty of grace overpowers sorrow
when reef of reason entices upon the blue
words of thirsty desire rambles bewildered
fire never finds distinction of new and old
as the skin of love inebriates by midas touch
today forsakes yesterday into to furrows of time
breath expires slowly into future uncertain
yet grave fails to consume the ...
Solitude Of Mid-Summer
As I walk into the footprints of known unconcern
Concerned unknown from the legions remembering
Of those golden voices in my solitude of mid-summer
I stuck up for a moment with little tired bloods in hand.
when I browse through the tears of their toil wistful
across the winds of days lost-achieve dispossessed
The nostalgia raucously recoils over their walks
And the folds of beauty of the gets embittered.