ON THE EDGE OF WINDOW - -

A river of feeling flows from -
one end of the sky to the other,
the unleashed sky
inherit all the
secrets
in its
heart, the entire night weeps it -
silently, subsequently the
condensed drops
became the
dew, the
link
amid the two souls remains -
beneath the strange
layers of emotion,
amid the
earth
and the azure beauty there -
a compromise through
the moonlight, no
complain, no
any desire,
just
wordlessly combustion, that’s
the first condition of love,
the endless unseen
flame below
the chest
and
long waiting to convert the –
pain into the wax, for
reburning the
passion!

-       SHANTANU SANYAL

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