doesn't know, who is that, beautifully
Painting by R C DeWinter
knocked on the door, and in a
blink, disappeared from
the eyes, remained
some unseen
drops of
lavender water, few fragrant feelings
in the threshold, in the shadows
of evening, I've searched
your implied face,in
the grove of
tuberose,
the mystic darkness and your love - -
looks more reciprocal to each
other, my soul wanders
with unquenchable
thirst from one
end to
other, the steeped in mist, the valleys
of emotion, the bottomless
depth of obsession,
doesn't know
the end,
the centuries old diversion, intricate
into the multi snarls - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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