In the depths of curdled sculpture;
Inseparable from solitude
Vestibule comes,
When the puzzle is moving away from the resonance;

notwithstanding the foregoing;
emptiness is the intention of extinction;
Steady tide,
A kiss on the lips of an unbeliever abashed
I’ll die for;
When the oceans roam
Only desire remains in the breath of love,
There is no evolution of Consciousness

The branch of the deluge comes down
Of amity
Some color of deprivation
Demise of Evil
utmost the Sulks is not celestial

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury