Saturday, 30 November 2013

THE THIRSTY EVENING - -

everything goes missing with time,
face or name, moist eyes, 
trembling voice, long 
sigh, collapsing
smiles, 
unseen dreams, flying on cipher !
unexpected touching, the 
expression of heart 
without moving
the lips, 
everything goes missing beneath 
the shadow of past, literally
so many things aren't 
in our hands, the 
space amid
the lips
and goblet remains uncertain, the
invisible reflexion, always 
spill out some drops
of bliss, out of
perimeter,
the -
encircled life, just looks the game 
of destiny with surprise !
nevertheless, heart
searches some 
lost clue of 
love 
in the sediments of your dry eyes, 
perhaps, somewhere there's
hidden floss in your 
innermost - - 

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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