As I descend from the door <br />to open the mail with hope of your love <br />I riffle through the pages of letter <br />Your lofty whisper creeps over my dream <br />the fragrance of roses bedazzles the mirth <br /> <br />eyes yet bestirs by the baited breath <br />to behold the scarlet red in your desire <br />blood when writes from the core blue <br />by the sweat fed ink of dappled colors <br /> <br />hope never broods of the mighty love <br />reason still awaits in askance to bleed <br />morning as awaits the early sun <br />passion paints the art of love in redolence <br /> <br />lest post man knocks the door in grey colors <br />the words of silence wrought in mute voices <br />unveil the pack of green by the riches of grin <br />still I await the deep art of queries by the soul <br /> <br />moon may come upon the hill top <br />dream lest be not sneaking into silhouette <br /> passion deciphers the quest across the desire <br />time flecks away beyond the ripples over the river<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-art-of-quest/
