the timeless surface
frozen with the fluid
of nothingness-
The waves of singular desire
emanating out of nowhere,
The pulsating horizon
turned orange,
the womb of eternity
started contracting into
a sphere of promising future,
And a baby of the first Spark
of existence was born.
It was the hour
When there was a moment-
a thin line separating
the shape and forms
from the created,
the events and phenomena
from their happening.
It was the moment,
The cosmic moment of birth
Of temporal time.
Of our being,From the gripsOf our existence!But these dimensions follow,Run after it, heavy and slow-To upkeep the lagBehind the cosmic flow,And the eternal passage ofTime and space! !
That would never cure them.
Ocean is the bottom line.
In my eyes,In my words,In my thoughts,So much so thatYou would start to exploreAll the secrets of my heart,And understand me direct,And my urges,And my feelings private,Without a single wordAnd do as I anticipateWithout asking for? ?
The meeting ground for conjugation
ଅବିର ବୋଳୁଚିଆକାଶର ସୀମନ୍ତ ରେ।ହେଲେ ତମେ ନାହଁଆଜି ମୋର ପାଖେ,ମୋ ନାମେ ସିନ୍ଦୁରପିନ୍ଧିବାକୁ ସରାଗରେ।।
