Thursday, 7 April 2011

WET SUNDAY


Drenched Sunday, yes that was amazing
Monsoon night, in the heavy rain, our first
Meeting instant, treasured turning point
Waiting beneath the Gulmohar* tree,
Deserted street, near the public park, in
First look we had fallen in love, strangeness
Busted very soon while rain was continued,
Walked together, shelter of your ragged
Umbrella could not save the inner flare!
We felt unseen attraction, you said be stay
Near, otherwise sneezing to be attack,
I laughed, found delicate hand pulling my
Shoulder arm that nearness changed -
Completely life, I could not sleep on that
Night, I moved on the edges of a strange
Circle bejeweled with crystalline conic beauty!
In the next twilight, sky was clear, the
Promise honored by your beautiful entrée
In my unoccupied life, in the far away, blue
Mountain inhabitant, the streetlight were
Looking as a diamond necklace is forgot by
Galaxy before reaching to sky, day by day
Shrinkage of hesitant brought our souls, heart
Body, mind, nearer so nearer to identical
Breathe, an homogenous addiction settled
On the surface of love, numerous monsoon
Night passed, many spring twilight filled
Colors in our life, several summer days bring
The agitation, I surprise, think often,
What is that hidden source of flow in your
Eyes, never goes to dry, this everlasting love
Never permit me to love again, to someone.
-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

* Gulmohar tree - an Indian tree having beautiful flowers with lacy leaves, called fire of forest too.

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