THE DROP SCENE the rival whom I searched in the crowd, in the acute desire, across the dreamy sky, around  the cognition of love and hate, nobody was except the shadow of mine, for the complacency, all faces I found covered in pseudo mask, mosaic facade, on that segmental arch droplets of mirage, allured my persona, molded as they - have decided, given shape according their needs, on the path of life, accusation was meaningless, agonies created only - by me, heart tried to touch the brightness blindly, consequences ! blisters on the palm, though off and on brittle moment kissed the dripping wounds, to get more than destiny, the yearning grown in multi fold way, perception has nude beauty, it wants to see all hidden organs, the fear of aging is the - universal truth, mirror hadn't the miraculous power, stranded body looked in amazed way, night get down slowly from the chest of blues, far away morning tempting the soul, even I wanted to to love you everlasting, it couldn't be, except you also - someone loves me, here part of playlet has curtained mystery - - - - - - SHANTANU SANYAL http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ PAINTING BY DAPORE  http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1112892&sitename=crusade&poemoffset=0&displaypoem=t&item=poetry