Friday, 2 November 2012

THE MOONLIT ARRIVAL - -

as in an outlying, desolate cloister, the 
obscurity sudden wakes up with 
dim light of earthen lamp,
something like that 
life becomes 
active 
whenever I waited for you, the reticular
soffit of medieval era and throb  
graph somewhere feels 
the fragrance of 
wild bloom,
the 
saffrony western sky fills the passion
of bizarre perception, from the
lattice of feeling, drips 
drop by drop the 
affectionate 
touch 
of your love, on those moment, life -
doesn't desire anything 
except your 
arrival,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Paintings by Karen Black