THE WETLAND OF LOVE 

my  voice had returned in echoes, extinct 

in the dust of caravan, twilight 

fulfilled its promise,  

Unleashed the

beauty 

of colored sky, knocked the closed door

of emotion, picked all the pieces

of broken dream, once again

redecorated the ceremony 

with painful smile,

albeit the state

of heart 

remained behind the curtains, as a shy 

reticent kid, conversant, extrinsic

all faces moved in sequence,

in the candle burn light, 

I searched that 

missing 

face,

gliding all satellite one by one, left the 

the transient comet, on the sky 

path, I sat alone for a long, 

anyone couldn't give 

her address, I 

asked to 

clouds,

winds, cipher, light, all the celestial 

beauty were irrefutable, just 

looking silently, with 

amazing eyes 

some may 

be 

answered but I couldn't catch on their 

intent, but it was clear that she 

existed in my breath, in the

fluidity of blood, across 

perception, into the 

heart's pulsation,

holding the 

rope of 

life - - - 

--- SHANTANU SANYAL
   http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - colored clouds - Calvin de Ruyter