Wednesday, 10 October 2012

THE LAST OCLOCK - -

intoxicating darkness, before the last 
oclock, delicate emotion waits 
on the stair of tavern, as 
the bowed neck, 
petiole of 
tuberose, quietly absorbs the dripping 
of dew drops, I just wish, from 
somewhere you'll appear
unexpectedly and 
hold the hand,
stagger 
step
may be get the static destination, night - 
has its own commitments, doesn't
wait for me, goes toward the
hazy skyline, I know, you
can not leave me,
like this way,
destitute
alone,
your love has the revival quality, I've 
heard that, so proof it - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
night bloom - - 

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