as the first rays of dawn, the hydrous
reflection of your love, existed
in inner realization, night
has its own strange
commitment
with
darkness, nevertheless, life did not -
accept the defeat, again re -
chasing the dream, the
game of hide and
seek between
slumber
and
dream, somewhere your lambency
makes isolation more fragrant,
more beautiful, expectance
to meet you, in the -
sweet scented
moonlight,
creates new meanings in life - - - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
art by unknown source
