THE SOAKED MOMENT - -

 on a wet dusk, by mistake, ever we meet, 

eagerly with a lot of obsession, all the 

reflected moment, revealed from

the past skylight, uncovered

proximity smiled with

bizarre look, just 

a silence 

remained amid us, bated breath, the  - - 

trembling lips, can't say any thing,

you can't get any word, just

looked to each other,

when evening 

steeped,

when the night has emerged, we haven't

news, glowing swarm of passionate

moth was all over, above the 

damp city - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  art by  Denis Nolet