in that meeting point of flying clouds
and rising waves of saline thirst,
your love, emerges alike
a dew droplet of
desert's
night,
when all edges disappeared one by
one your affinity, throws the
rescuing rope, rouses
in my eyes the
rays of
last hope, amazingly the tired hands
finally touched to the unknown
beach, in the last o'clock,
when body and
soul got
back
the lost sense, the flashing island - -
was before me, that was your
cozy lap or the unseen
dream, I do not
know, but
the life
recovered as usual from the mystic -
gloom - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
painting by Jean-Marc Janiaczyk
and rising waves of saline thirst,
your love, emerges alike
a dew droplet of
desert's
night,
when all edges disappeared one by
one your affinity, throws the
rescuing rope, rouses
in my eyes the
rays of
last hope, amazingly the tired hands
finally touched to the unknown
beach, in the last o'clock,
when body and
soul got
back
the lost sense, the flashing island - -
was before me, that was your
cozy lap or the unseen
dream, I do not
know, but
the life
recovered as usual from the mystic -
gloom - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
painting by Jean-Marc Janiaczyk