Monday, 30 July 2012


THE TRUTH OR MYTH 

the own pain felt very low, whenever seen
the surround, nobody is perfect; all
the twist of destiny, just now 
there were clouds, blink
of an eye the sky 
is clear,
the 
affection couldn't tie the vagabondage,
it's  ad vitam nomadic character,
nobody can chain, escapes
whenever get chance,
no boundary, sky
or earth,
even ocean can't stop its floating, the -
mind of eye is fickle just flows 
toward the slope, difficult
to create the mound,
it wanders day 
and night,
your 
love everlasting, I don't know, how much
that's truth, or myth - - 

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


  
painting by Julie Haskell