THE SPIRAL TRAIL

spring returned; and has imprinted,

perhaps, someone's name; 

sustained a knock on

the surface of 

heart,

from where, wet wind brings; the

wave of life;  in somatic 

foramen; such as 

windows of

fragrance are left exposed, an 

insobriety each side; 

each moment, the 

uncertainty; 

each 

second a new realization, have

achieved or something

lost the heart; do 

not know the

mind, a 

semi-sleepy; consciousness hasn't 

the grip, eccentrically step

without the addiction,

the straight trail;

looks the 

spiral - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

shades - by Charlie Waite Memory