IT'S DIFFERENT - -

in some different glance, someone
looked me in the early dawn,
speechless, I observed
the blue valleys 
awakening
from 
the dreamland, containing wet - - - -
realization, studded with 
saffron beds in the 
entire body
and 
soul, on those spellbound moments 
I felt your odor in my depth 
of conscience, in the
sensation of my
inner world,
I found 
you're busy, nesting or filling the - - 
colors on unseen dreams, I 
do not know, what was 
that semblance,
just life 
looked as the tree of flamboyant - - 
bloom, though recently the
autumn has passed,
still on the trails,
dry foliage 
remembering the delicate bond - - 
story of depressed pedicel,
still in wind some mystic 
pain remained,
to say 
something, which maybe you could
not say before leaving my 
shivering finger !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
misty dawn