downy darkness, prolific obsession,
enticing the storm on the point
of estuary, last night; you
were exceptionally
closer to the
soul,
exclusive moment has crammed the
the chest with blissful experience,
that wasn’t the dream or saga
of versifier, a complete
realism; submersion
of sadistic river
into the
composed ocean, high waves were
converted into the moonlit
breath, the panoramic
swapping of feeling
erased all the
disparity,
neither profundity remained nor the
frivolity, an absolute assimilation
has changed the life, though
the moon sank earlier but
it left the insomnia on
the surface of
shoreline,
the
interlaced passion turned into the
mischievous waves, they have
played the game of soul
and body throughout
the night, the tide
of breathe
didn’t
rest for a while - - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
