Saturday, 17 May 2014

THE MYSTIC EDGE - -

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 


  
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painting by Jean-Marc Janiaczyk