Friday, 29 June 2012


ON THE TIP 
those feelings were more dense than the clouds,
that perception didn't change, though I've
tried to melt my vigor as wax in her
love, but somewhere the night
betrayed, it ended before
the change of emotion
to flame, droplet
of passion 
remains 
on the
tip
of leaf, petals were keen to touch it entire night, -
but didn't success, as the whorl of ethic never 
allowed to do so, it slept with buried 
aroma into the chest - - 

art by Margaret Denholm 


THE INTENSE NIGHT 
in the seizure of those eyes, life, 
seems to be pretty than 
imagination, in 
every step
a new
freshness,
every moment, a new hope, the
renewed vigor, be scattered
like flower porridge
in the stony
paths,

in every direction, waking dreams,

everything beautiful, aromatic
feelings, melting moment;
with impulsive flame, 
the emergence
of full moon
gradually - - - 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Moon Rising over Fog Clouds Painting by Elliott Daingerfield