Saturday, 3 November 2012

THE TACTILE MOMENT - -

you're in front of me or an elixir urn is 
eager to flow over, this evening 
has its own glamour but 
lesser than your 
sliver, the 
drooping eyelid or tuberose cluster 
are eager to bloom, a rustle in 
the flower grove or you've
whispered some
passionate
verse, 
the indigotic darkness, shrinking the 
proximity, hard to say which 
side is superficies and 
where is the infinite
depth, strange
feeling
eddy prone moment, who knows the 
outcome of this obsession,
gliding away eroded 
shore ! and 
sinking
emerging the fragrant breath - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by Susan Martin Spar