------------------------------------------------------nilanjan I saw my death in her opaquest eyes; She can ease my pain, with her words- Though I was waiting still in front of a venomous serpent To punish me, not my fate, covered with black velvet. A mighty raven of death, turned my neglected pages, As lips walk slowly down the cloudy shades of horror. Horizons, covered with the sickness of dark ages Tenderly kissed me, in front of a melancholic mirror. A wild rose, desolated, in the abyss of oblivion- Sings a song for a smoky heaven, with her eyes open wide. Her lustful, sick, icy lips kissed my cold, bibulous soul And assembled a palace awakened from the core of a garland, To lit a candle with her abandoned love- forgotten faces And to burn the mistry of a solitary scorll. But that was a cloud capping star Of a still-born sky, burned my spirit, alone From the storm; still darkness here in the dawn. Smokes of my burning are writing all day long, Beyond...