Sunday, 1 July 2012


THE UNFAMILIAR FEELINGS 
probably you don't know; just now, the
moon is raised up a little bit, the
rustle creates enigma, in
the wind, there's a
secret of your
somatic
scent,
or flowers know the art of sorcery, the
earth is fascinated; after seeing 
the celestial grandeur, in
the diffused light 
your shadow
draws 
my 
masculinity in the crypt of indulgence; 
the submissive muscles fears to 
touch the fragile and shivery;
the stem of the fragrant 
blossom, only the
eyes desire to
touch, the 
emerging beauty or the heavenly gift !
I do not know - - - 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
good night