Tuesday, 11 September 2012

ON THIS MOMENT - -


those vows, which were made ​​of glass,
so let it be broken, that was its 
destiny, life doesn't stay,
for left over fellow, 
time doesn't
stop for 
anyone, the endless travel, and alone -
viator, that's the realism, which
says invisible or somatic,
whatever is that 
source of 
the inspiration, from one end to other it's 
kingdom of continuous intensive 
mist, the strange nodule
and night and day's
tug of war, the 
available
moments are the only reality, others let
remain into the pages of future,

- SHANTANU SANYAL   


before evening - painting by Thomas Kinkade