ALIKE OF FIRST RAY - -

I'm not you destination, I'm not your 
votive of ages, knowing all that, 
nevertheless, the heart 
waits for you, that 
cognition has 
 its own -
aroma,
in the grove of morning glory vines,
alike first ray of sun, my love 
somewhere touching 
to your feelings,
you're aware 
or not,
I do not know, but whenever you're
looking to me, a streak of bliss
often I've looked in your 
hydrous lips, a drop 
of life many 
time 
I've seen your miraculous eyes - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL   

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art - Rose Marie Condon

THE MYSTERIOUS TUNE - -

till the last o'clock of night, rhythm 
of your eyelids played with 
my breath, till the 
complete 
scatter of night bloom's inebriate 
fragrance, my passionate 
pulsation was under
your finger tip,  
as the 
mysterious strings, you've played  
with my innocent emotion, as 
you wish, sometimes 
played with mind
sometimes 
with 
body, all options you've snatched -
beautifully ! tho' on those 
moment, I wanted 
myself for 
mislay 
everything, till the last fall of night -
flower, logged in dew, you've  
played with the smell 
corpus, till the 
last layer 
of darkness, you didn't leave my 
existence from your deadly 
embrace, and that one
made me more
impulsive,
more 
turmoil wave of high tide, lunatic -

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
mysterious melody