SARMISTHA
DEY
A TALE OF A FALCON
In the baking moon
light out on the valley floor
She had sat beside
the bonfire and softly chanted her incantations
Her every sense of
belongings has been tuned to the wilderness about him
She whispered
slowly to the silence of the breaking dawn
Yes! When the
crescent moon rose to illuminate
The darkness of
midnight unveils her swiftly
O’Love! She longs
for his mystic touch
The little touch
of expectation heightened
Her love for him
to the mystic horizon
Where day waits
for the night to kiss the earth
The royal falcon
of his passion
Flies high in the
sky
And seek her
permission to indulge with her desire
The alter ego of
his wildness traps her excitement
And plants a
forbidden kiss on her lips
She conjures the
moment and lost in the immensity
Of sky and earth
But still she
dared not to turn her head to the sky
And beg for the
divine approval of the murky clouds
She startled with
the unexpected
And every night
waits for the wild falcon
With a belief of
truth that would weaving a golden net
All night that
converts into twinkling stars
And her love tells
the tale of love all night
Endless and
ageless..
©® Rainy2016
DOOPELGANGER
Doppelganger she
is called by an illusionist
It was a tale of a
stormy night
She paused and
started telling her story
It was starting to
rain
The night fall for
its silent prey
A knock at the
door startled her instantly
She opened the
door with unknown fear
A fragment of wind
crushed her cheek
She fall asleep
and the dream chased her
The sound of rain
made her wake
And she found a
new her approached the cram
And found herself in a dormant state
The other side of
her intense desire has created a replica
And the intensity
is so strong that seems to be real
But it is not
real!
Doppelganger
dwells in every human
Dark and light,
real and false
Oh it’s just an
illusion
Live beyond the
horizon of dream
Experience the new
you without any fear
©Rainy2016
BOAT OF LOVE
My Love!
The boat of a
million years
consists the truth
of love
once its departed
by pain
The nib of my pen
scratches so many
poems
that bleeds
continuously
from the wound of
separation
The oasis of
desire
ignites the fire
beneath my skin
could erupt as a
volcano of proximity
Sailing the boat
of contemplation
I go far on the
sea of ethereal expedition
where I
experienced beyond the soul
there must be no
departure
it is an illusion
in a desert of my dream
because the soul
never gets departed
as the soul
consists of we the boat of love.
©®
RAINY
excellent write.......god bless
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