Monday, 24 September 2012

THE RISING SMOKE - -


at that juncture, a while 
stayed the night,
talked with
dim 
stars, said goodbye to
sinking moon,
speechless
looked
the shrinkage of the 
gorgeous sky!
heard the
groan 
of moonlight, maybe 
you do not know,
without you, 
every 
thing was blighted,a deep
loneliness everywhere,
kept wandering
life in the 
desert,
like a confused deer,
searches the trail 
forgotten!
entire 
night emotion was sitting 
on the parapet, alone
gazing to the 
misty 
horizon, and rising the 
strange smoke !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
artist - JORGE LEANZA