THE TRANSPARENT VASE 

let's fly jib, clouds backed out, the edge 

smiling in the mist, across the 

valley again blooming the

hawthorn flowers, yes, I

know you're waiting

on the pier's 

stairway, 

the immortal love is emerging from the 

sound of holy conch, the evening

worship dissolving all the 

fidelity into your heart, 

the last ray of sun

searching the 

shelter on 

temple top, the twilight coming down

silently, in implicit way into the 

chest of overflowed river, 

I know, you're sitting 

with passive 

mood,

under the giant old banyan tree, the 

swinging roots feel the sinking 

breath, please go back to 

home, my soul in form

of wet moonlight 

knocking the 

door,

in your courtyard perhaps it's time to 

bloom the tuberose, the depth 

of night becoming denser,

dreams are searching

the beautiful eyes 

to stay as one 

night's 

guest, just keep all bunch of memory in 

the glass vase before

going to sleep - - -   

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Waiting For The Promise - Original oil painting by Elspeth Young