Saturday, 19 November 2011

THE STAIRS 
 
The stairs of life had flimsy sensation,
on the pinnacle of mountain,
flying thin clouds hang
about for some
moment,
tried to touch your affection, often
missed the beauty of mist, few
wet drops remained on the
chest, emotion born
somewhere
beneath
the lotus stem, matured in natural way,
lucid, colored wings evolved
silently, in the dawn of
beautiful spring
flew away
swiftly,
from one swamp to other, heart couldn’t
identify, inclination was toward me
or you have been altered the
persona with dragonfly,
the reflection of
azure clear
sky
created the chimera, between the
two skies, life searched the
realism, before sinking
the sun into the
sea shore,
twilight arranged the bouquet of tube-
rose, crescent moon appeared
as usual, faraway blinking
mica layers had the
limited glow,
later night
consumed all the flickers, consent of
love belated, the glassy surface
broken indeed, but in the
midnight some miracle
happened, before
breaking of
dream,
you have embraced me in a way that
all the closed pod of tube rose
opened the doorway of
cologne, on that
moment,
life couldn’t get down from obsession,
  • SHANTANU SANYAL
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