As time moves tenderly <br /> I step into the lap of my desires <br />yet divine as when rambled <br />by the will eternal within <br /> <br />yet beyond my earthly longing <br />as prevailed upon the plexus <br />of love as bespoken of repose <br />when poised by the gleams of bliss <br /> <br />as when resourced yet not besotted <br />by the lust as I promise to rave <br />with the smiles of rose being reveled <br />by the faith of trust as absolute, <br /> <br />and I beseech to the greatness <br />to strengthen the arms yet being shined <br />by the grace as bestowed upon me <br />when I move across the angel’s wing <br /> <br />trudging of sun from east to west <br />as the journey never yet deadlocked <br />yet its wind as I come across curves in me <br />as when the time never descends slow. <br /> <br />Yet the voices melodious wakes me up <br />With its tunes in the deepest core of the night <br />like a tendered beauty pervading in rose <br />the inner being even when bemused by the will<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-proximity-of-silence/
