Arpita's Mantle On Supernatural Transformation. Poem by Subrata Ray

Arpita's Mantle On Supernatural Transformation.



The Supernatural Transformation.

The pagoda pinnacle of your eye,
And the occult face of the face's mirror,
Swing me between fantasy and horror.
I had the glimpse of the terrified sense,
I turned a condensed phantom,
I was tongue tied and bemoaned.

The moment opened abstract miracle,
And a-haunting frenzy my being turned,
In burning anguish I burnt and burnt.

Your peerless nude from clasp to hem,
And implied language of the damasked sense,
Posed a tinged melancholy of void less occurrence.

I am oblivious of Time and a dejected forlorn,
Ah! Withered death and births, -I feel unborn.

Monday, July 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mystic
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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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