sometimes, it emerges from the
mist of nightmare, sometime
it searches the familiar
fragrance around
its own, amid
the fall
and
recoup, often your love says undefined
poetry, sometimes it appears in
you glittering eyes, and many
times, I have seen it, in
your sotto grin,
alike the
first
light streak on the mysterious horizon !
sometimes your affection floats
from the temple spire, my
jaded emotion often
sits on the stairs
as an
adorer of centuries, I don't know, my -
broken voice touches you or
not - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
dripping color
