The echo of the sporadic gravity annihilated
When kissing the scene
One orbital touch,
As at the end of the moment numerous galaxies evanesce

Some are implicit
Of exodus
If born again to a image of emptiness
Singularly, away from the submerged debut is the way to look
On the contrary ;
Omit of love and kisses for tombstone to meet

In the savages of survival
In the continuation of evolution, the formula of nature will again operate,

for generation of demise

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

At adequate leisure time
Some shocking luxuries of vain hymns
You’ll die for
Out of Sense
Blood spews out, self-deprecating courtesan
born of an abomination,

Take your mother’s eyesight, inwardly
Meanwhile the history of one blind birth
Evil of healing
Once again the language of the poesy

Lay down for earth
The mulibrity of existence is naked again
The way nature is being oppressed

I’ll let her enormity of omnipresent,
Forthwith love will be demise to meet with endorsement of cecity

For last breath of wordlessly. I’ll my vent

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Sex that does not serve love is not worth it to iteration of relationship.Consequently the romance has afflicted the crucified heart ,So the existence of God is limited to sex.

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Leave the impound door
I feel lonely,
That is an indispensable promise
The bewilderment comes down
That way the desire is kerchiefed,

Whichever, the beginnings of the eternal horizon are immersed in the metaphorical meaning of the other.

a lost cure for the way
Gales in your sight of moonlit
There is nothing ineluctable
Slightly undesirable variation
Still, banful spring
I’ll standing,
For the last wish is for swap

Maybe that’s how it ends
The old respite period of eternal life ;
Where the imagination of death in the uproarious laughter of love

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

The forlorn nations of the world are the craftsmen of the development of current science technology.Today, the identity of the inferiority of the jejune brain is more akin to the beauty of the subconscious than it is today.now ,the corse has become a child of our own, yet the nude drawing is on display.On the way back, some of the abandoned days of the day follow;If repetition does not escape in the face of being absorbed, then the remedy becomes an immovable. amiss, the void of civilization is such a fading chapter of life, so we are only concerned about the rare generation whose cover burns the wise existent. However, when the inflammation is over, the decay of nature begins. So leave a grave for my corpse

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Eyewink at the eternal horizon and see the embrace of your glory where there is nothing inherently empty. Perhaps those who are in the right of ardor find the galaxy of observation far beyond the eyewear, where the approach stands.It is permissible to divide the existence of a higher, luminous existence from a feasible, drastically different from what I’ve seen;This is where periodic variability is introduced. I’ll let her enormity of omnipresent, elsewhere for the born in the. Immeasurably ensure be due to immersive debut. What I have left is the path to an essential end to a unique stored life

It seems that Galileo’s execution was a response to the inward-looking approach to death, and to the disappearance of some of the most insignificant history.So,Let’s draw the tomb of the grave near silence,

Valley of the Death of a Lover’s confluence Written by Poisoned of love,

Even though seeing your eyelids is the heart of life; Endless Love of ache
When I’ll
When finished, leave a handful of light…
The answer to the affidavit is still sketchy

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Reciprocal appetite is only presumptuous
Secrecy is falling,
apolitical depth have to meet with exhilaration
Where the epidemic is the children of the Universe
Dips you are in the world to see

The corpse of Aphrodite
Immerse yourself in the time spent with insight
Yet, Pledge never to say it for a momentary of exist
When I’ll die ,
you’re the only manifestation of deprivation

Combat the blank complexion for vacation
you’ll get
Maybe this range has really scathe
You can be a mother of nature again;
Whither A destitute Countryman hold on the light

Let it be a lasting mournful concealment
There is no sign of a brutal historical evolution
apocalyptically you have any cure for earth!
I stand in the mirror of a vacuum of flame lit from the brightest hearts,
The feeling of death is bound to embrace the valley;

Euphoric, however, is a manifestation of perplexed inward perpetuation,
Let the joy of the miniature flow !
I’m alive too
Afield, the born of endless extinction will see the enigma

© Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

In the way of paper
Awash in a paradox
Leave some unendurable of durability ;

A easy fix for country
Come down in price ;
The god of whore deserves

Unless you say something!
the blank complexion for ink

rape your exists else !

©Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

Inside the old Ellipse
There is no equivalent
In the form of;
The peripatetic is going down
Just the derivation between the twilight fade
How far !
There is no ensign on the way back

Impervious and casual, some are left unforgivable,
Although far-reaching, unlaid lingerie becomes viscous ;

The upas is being cherished in the womb

The intention is the eery consequence of epigram,
Nonpareil, A little while down in
You can come overjoyed of Evilness
it’s vicinity of nudity,
Meanwhile the past is a rare generation whose femininity is extinct

muliebrity is the occult enormity of love
Oh man,
It’s time to adopt mom

©Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury

The oozed Scorner mud lay down with balm
When the dark illusion of flotsam

See the disoriented huff off
Quite a lost eclipse,
Shows the burning remains of the demise in shallow water

Death would be like that indebted
I’m left on the empty vacuous of the tombstone
An old traceless in my canyon

Some leave to escape, I will crumble
Desolation, will not be enduring for the next moonlit

last period of dysfunction is lying down,
The light filtering through the leaves in a shady alcove
Moribund womb usually cinaration in this manner also

Loneliness remind me,
a fallen leaf that gets blown around by every mild breeze or a tree that withstands even powerful storm’s

Adieu of exclamation,
The end is not an epic, flaming destruction of the earth

©Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury