THE TOUCHSTONE

Self claimed touchstone often

Failed in their prophecy,

The buried gold never lost the

Authenticity, excavation

Of life recovered your beauty,

In the seam of coal layers

Illumination was hidden prolong,

Someone cut the crystal in a way

That diamonds gleam emerged

In your persona, envious

Eyes said its miracle of mystic

Power, the raison d'être

Is concealed in heart because

I know you love me, they

Asked the magic of beautiful

Life, you just smiled, the

Mystery of perfume remained

Unsolved under the emotion,

I seemed to you in this

Moment, as a tender red rose

Is eager to bloom in soft

Ray of dawn, but wet petals

Don’t want to leave each other,

As your dreamy eyes looks

Me with mute desire, feelings

Becomes pharaoh of ancient

Empire, heart writes pictographic

Script, this eye- language

Couldn’t deciphered by any one

Except us,

 - SHANTANU SANYAL