Sunday 8 May 2011

THE DEEP SILENCE

The dream gets down through
The orchid creeper, on the
Shrubberies, moon rests for
Some moments on the canopies,
Walking parallel to silent
Lagoon edges, we reached on the
Land of mystery, the moist
Proximity, and the blooming night
Throws the fishing net, the
Restless expression of passionate
Face, it’s difficult again to keep
Away from the wobbly lips, in this
Frisky moonlit, wouldn’t you like to
Blend the blissful submission,
Whispering wind passes softly over
The dripping leafstalk, uneasy
Tiny blooms don’t wish to fall down,
Dreamy eyes spray the extreme
Mist, how to hold up dwindling legs,
Circle of arms, addictive breathe,
Desires walk on the spiral of spinal
Chord, drowsy moon sinks into
The flying thin clouds, vivacity fills
The cavity of gloominess, on the hilltop
Smokes have risen from the
Crater Lake, a stagnant volcano wakes
Up, the reflection of the moon floats on
Scarlet lava, stubborn, dense clouds
Flown the entire night, arctic wind
Before dawn, closed the open
Windowpanes, after that deep silence,

    SHANTANU SANYAL



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