searches little space, on the terrace
of life as I wait for you on the stone -
bench of pristine beauty, these are
the moment beloved, teaches all the
times, how to survive, how to breath
under the shade of your eyelids, on
surface of scattered cherry blossom !
bagasse eyes reconnoiter the face,
illuminates the nebulous path of life,
holding hands in the hands we walk
into the remote trails of intensive
forest, nestling on planet of dreams,
miseries, woes, dithers of nightmare
may be existed but it's not the final
destination, heart desires to touch, to
feel the sensation beyond the beauty
of horizon, transient life here submits
the sourness, bitterness just accepts
few moments of getting lost in the
fog of love, wants to forget the subtle
philosophies, spider web of doctrine,
persona wishes to touch the flying
cloud dust, refilling the fragrance of
soaked clay, keeping the sweating
forehead on your shoulder bone, as
softly, slowly lotus opens the petals !
fills the heart gradually the moonlight,
--- SHANTANU SANYAL
