The twilight fade’s
walking to the aloneness,
Senile sky likes on atonic reflexively

Orle of mystified
On the papilla, a veneer of uprightness is not enough
Witty February passes for the lady’s moonlit

Everlast scent of the weirdest dream
Something winword
A ransom can be defined as visualize

Restless depth for eternity, She find the wounds
Instead of prospection the envy

The Western sorrow off
Pain of harlot’s Eclipse , 

Tearless Deadpool always revolved by the way to dissension

So far away, emptiness wasn’t able to get back
After my death

Indigent obscurity,
In the long term both leave me penniless and depressed

The desire are not obtuse

©Ujjwal Roy