Wednesday, 20 June 2012


IT'S NOT A DREAM - -
why my body has become like of glass;
this is a transparent feeling, or
disintegrating yearning,
it has fallen into
the fire, or
have
seeks regenerate, this belongs to -
someone; or it's my illusion, 
the breathing has rapid
velocity, such as
the boom
has
suppressed, in the waves of heart has 
a strange turbulence, don't know;
what, it wants to touch, the 
inclined sky or the 
innermost 
valley 
of oceanic conscience, however this 
was happened since a few days, 
when we first met; under the 
shade of stars; in the 
world of sorcerer
moonlight,
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
wildflower painting by lynn benevento