FREQUENTLY IT’S HAPPENED
You have obsessed the
life
Like a passionate
addict,
Day and night, every
moment,
In your possessiveness I
feel
Superfluous joy and glee,
In a dream or opened eye,
the
Reflection submerges
me,
Often I think, that someone
Knocks the doors, frequently
Wind breaks the delusion, in
the
Portico of emotion everyday
Somebody keeps the cluster
Of jasmine, beneath the
lower
Lips a warmth sensation, I
walk
On the galaxy, over and
over
You carry the touch of dream,
Several times in the
twilight,
You lit the candles of hope and
Desire, often I wake up in the
Midnight, moon smiles in
His planet, whole the cosmos
Converts in a pause,
horizon
Seems more
beautiful,
As Decorated with tiny
millions
Bloom in a straight line,
breathing
Becomes the wind of sandal
Forest, often I sit near the
Window alone hiding your love
In the heart, looking
hours
The changing colors of sky.
-
SHANTANU SANYAL
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