Sunday, 21 November 2010

the hill station

bonfire burnt,facing to each other
night engulfed slowly, splashed the
silent moments, half moon of sky
scattered the wet light, mountains
might be concerned about the hide
and seek of wilderness, continued
the game of the prey and predator,
trees were the only mum witness.
morning bathed with honey of wild
blooms,birds twittering in new songs
the fresh wind desired to play with
your curly hairs,flowers unfolded the
delicate petals,inclined eyelashes had
some dew droplets, gift of night glee,
bonfire had been converted in cold
ashes, some moth, dragon fly wings
were scattered, ending of short saga.
as a coin, life has divided the ecstasy
in two parts, again the destiny s victory,
hill station had many secrets wrapped
in the mist,only thats are among us
trees, you and me -concealed moments
let keep some balance for next visit.
--- shantanu sanyal