two streams have a singleton origin,
they flow separately, across valleys -
somewhere, perhaps we met once
in a fortuitous way, swapped emotions,
later synapses dissolved beautifully,
each other's pride, scruples eroded,
in the darkness converted into the water -
falls, seven colors of foam blown on
the clouds moisturized the blues -
I saw your turning point towards the
half-opened window panes, the wind
of midnight, wild flying fragrance, all
together helped you to find the trails,
hitherto, observed your aslope face,
nictating eyes, effrontery attitude -
anyway I knew very well that twist in
the life, the dreadful journey was nothing
new, the diffusion brought me on the
plain landscape, unexpectedly again
your meet me on the conflux point,
I hadn't an option except to embrace
the reality to reach the oceanic world!
once more heart desires to love you.
-- SHANTANU SANYAL
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