Treasure Island

ramesh rai

(13.12.1955 / howrah)

Rise and fall


In emotion
i rise above the sky
but when i fall
i fall deep down the sea

the rise and fall
in rythem of my life
i feel myself like sothic
sobering to rotate

to rotate with a timeless motion
to cheer the glimpse of profound creation
with full devoutness and homunculus
like an insatiate and maginot-minded

the harsh of my life is inordinate
unable to finish donet of my life
retrograding all fusses
and demuting passion
adding geomatrically
in propagation of life

ooziness of my all lust transcend
to manifest supplantation of my attachment
trying to be free from all lives
and to be attached with eternal soul

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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