Sliver of Romance

The shy radiance of the Parisian Sun
on your lovely face I see

the twinkle in your eyes,
teases the Spring
as you light up Paris
with a thousand smiles
and Lend it to Spring!

As we sit by the Siene -
separated only by an Ocean -
I can feel the Spring

But dare I hope !?!

(c) Atanu Prasad Sarma

do I ever steal ?

do I ever steal
into your stolen thoughts?!

as you often obsess
my obsessions

and chase my fantasies!
which take flight -
shamed by the raging passions-

beyond emotion
beyond sensibility
beyond sensuality

Over a cup of irani tea
in a decrepit old parsi restaurant
I sit and wonder


(c)Atanu Prasad Sarma