THE WET MOMENTS

hushed of late night, abruptly broken !

something walks with buried legs,

or coming nearer the

exhausted voice

of oceanic

waves,

many times life has called you, while

echoes have been came back ,

but there’s no indication

that you’ve listened

the whimper of

internal

pain, the thin clouds above the hills, -

mounted the illusive rain of

midnight, the wet wind

knocked the door,

fervently I’ve

opened

too,

on the doorstep injured dream was

found comatose, inhaling the

unexpressed emotion,

I’ve collected one

by one all the

pieces of

love,

in end of night, the aroma of nocturnal

wild lily insipid at last, later the

color of bloom faded rapidly,

emptiness became more

profound, life suffers

as usual through

loneliness,

but

this waiting has a rare aesthetic charm,

perhaps! one day the condensed

clouds would be favor to the

arid land of heart, and

life could see the

tiny violet

bloom

on the twig of leafless sentiments - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

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