Situated at the centre point of birth, death, life, sexuality, dream and subconscious, this book of verse searches for the destination, tries to feel whatever is primitive, whatever indicates the starting point; though it chose a classical language but its thoughts are free from prejudices and at the same time vocally soul- searching: ‘ Which hour is it? I am omnipotent/ Now lying down in my subconscious,’ it is true that during this absence of subconscious from the realm of the Bengali verse, this book creates a companionship with the fathomless state of consciousness- ‘ The tree of melody is immortal/ I revere him like an angel/ The swanlike posture seems to indulge in caressing the flower of water like desire/ The imagery of cloud appears nascent in the great void…’

Pages: 56 | Dimension: 7 x 5 inch