Thursday, 18 April 2013

THE DROP OF TIP - -

maybe, our love would be unmarked in 
the screen of time, the lines of 
passionate poetry will float
on the forlorn ruins,
wet emotion 
will seek 
a shelter in somebody's hydrous eye - 
it can also be, my soul will be 
in your palm, just like 
silky sensation 
of butterfly !
everything has the enumerated moment,
nobody could claim exceptional 
persona beyond the nature,
new leaves have its 
predetermined 
destiny 
a momentary friendship till the arrival of
defoliation, let me remain for 
some more moment 
in your tip of 
eyelash !
precious or insignificant whatever is - - 
that drop, do not spill down 
please - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
mystic orchids  art by Mai Griffin