The game of illumination

Something more was hidden

In to the mystic eyes

The melted tear drops

The up down breathing graphs

The pre-monsoon rains

Soaking clay fragrance, drizzle

Familiar sound, do you knocking

The door or it’s the contemplation

Brat evening and spoiled night

Emotion enraged sitting on the roof

Numerous fire flies-

The game of illumination

Continued whole the night

The shivering lips, unknown touch

Humid chest, last submission

Slowly you left the hand

The train picked up the speed

Its midnight, standing alone

On the deserted platform ---

----Shantanu Sanyal