Sunday 25 September 2011


The Exhaustive Change 

the voice comes out from the depth of 
heart, floats above the coomb of life -
follows you, in the trail of strange union
point of two rivers, in the far vision, rain
playing the art of damping the scorched 
emotion, the shadow of love wrapped 
my persona as wild climber searches 
a glance of first tender ray of sun in the
mist of rain forest, jimp stem wants to 
hold the bark of fig tree, wild bloom tries
to open the trilling petals whenever you
keeps the dithered lips on my dried 
lips, the torrential rains creates the wet
fog everywhere, life desires to assimilate 
your persona into the profound of divinity,
here jaded, tired life gets aesthetic transit,
life looks more unrivaled, innovative - - - - 

- - - SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

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