THE NIGHT SHELTER

the firefly's pernoctation, temporary halt,
on the jasmine pavilion, last night 
emotions were walked, with
the aromatic flavor, a
trance, got
descend from the heart; and instinct -
was soaked by passion, a
sympathizer or a
shadow;
whatever was that, soaked the spirit
with profundity, that healing touch;
filled the unseen wounds, all
the upset dreams, slowly
sheltered in the open
inn of sleepy
eyes - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Natalie’s paintings

Natalie’s paintings