Excerpt from 'Songs of Pleasures and longing'
Incandescence
Within the dusky dome of Blessed Night,
Amidst ecstatic flurries of emanating
Sparkle,
There I strode, limping and striding,
To gather sustenance,
Beyond grace of Sunsets,
The winding road swerves,
As all resumes flow,
Everyone seems to be partying,
Even the loquacious fireflies,
Scattering the dank mists,
They all fill me with some fragments,
Of
