THE THIRST OF AGES - -

thirst of ages, the romantic moment
of velvety evening, again you're
in front of me, some wet 
emotion or in the
tip of brush,
few 
drop of color is restless to scatter !
again bond of fingers, your 
shadow, falling on my 
persona, once 
again 
the 
unexpected closeness creating - - 
some rarebit fascination !
do not know where 
is my existence 
in this 
moment, I'm losing the earth, just -
floating on the flow of impulse,
somewhere in the sky,
or somewhere 
in the 
drenched emotion, I've been lost in 
the depth of your eyes !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by VIKTORIA PRISHEDKO