MIDDLE OF THE HEART AND ARROW 

that was neither the wet wind sigh of first rain,

nor the love of a glance, something amid

breath and lip, between the heart 

and pulsation,  somewhere

middle of conscious 

and delirium, 

inkling

of your impaction, on the surface of chest -

wasn't dream, in fact, a real feeling

which has filled the life with 

exclusive fragrance, 

that wasn't the

intoxication

of first

premature inebriation of your oceanic eyes,

or probably sweet  paranoia, god 

knows, what was that, in a 

blink the life became

upheaval, I could

think of 

something, that the arrow was across the

heart, did not scream; didn't even

know, and sweet pain 

emerged in the

midnight - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by MARLIES MERK NAJAKA