As time changes
am i not the same –me
as i muse in glaze and glitters
for the passions of being distracting

lest i be not depriving of love in jittery
with strands of interludes uplifting desire
smooching my soul shoving upon the dreams
beyond and beneath beckoning here or elsewhere.

the time deep and infinite etching dusts amazing
like silken skin preened into beauty shimmering
that opens up all the secrets of lost love shrinking
in the midst of silence as yet crooning in cascading.

Dr subhendu kar

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