the pinnacle point of
dreams, tho' I
know, the
desire
of a moth remains on the glow -
of scale, before the dawn
the scattered broken
wings repeats
the said -
unsaid story of passionate night,
indeed, everything in life,
is not necessary would
be desired, melting
wax drop has
its limit
too, before the extinguish, you -
have touched me or not,
that's question, but
in the darkness
I felt your
presence in my profound breath,
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
floral bird
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