Tuesday 19 June 2012


THE EVENING SHADOW
do not know; what's searching your eyes,
while; I gave you everything, the
evening brought again
new story; some
secret, just
let it in
the
darkness, just now; the sun has immersed,
just wait a while, the tiredness will 
go away; scorched flowers
get some rest; let the
concentration of 
aroma to be
dense;
and then touch to my wounded body with 
blessed hand, it's prolong journey;
the night is tender; susceptive
too, gradually come near
me, the glassy dream; 
perhaps break!
a little
more; romance should  be emerge - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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flowers of evening 

THE UNPUBLISHED EPISODE
either a silent traveler ; or a nocturnal
creature left the strange foot print
on the river – bank, perhaps
the waves knows; her
address, last
night
in
the wind there was a peculiar feeling,
who had fused the fragrance of life
into the dull moments of the
solitude, do not know;
who had kept the
bunch of tube
rose, in
the
depressed flower vase, a sweet scent
was sprinkled on the chest, the
sensation got back the lost
smile, a delicate liana
crept, entire night
very close to
the heart
with
carrying the blossom of gripping bliss,
that shrouded sentiment of a
long period, the unspoken
desire, the thick aspire,
out of the blue;
unfolded
and
waxy hesitation melted away in a wink,
preceding night somebody had
opened the whorl of zeal,
life received amazing
aesthetic touch
of warmth
proximity, more than probability - -