Thursday 8 November 2012

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