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 

ON THE TIP OF - -


I'm afraid, this attachment will destroy my
existence, a bit of awe, that maybe
somebody will snatch you, 
from my breath, the 
longing of heart
without you, 
perhaps 
one day, not take the life, it's a lethal view,
whenever you've looked me with 
full of indulgence, the very 
deep, a torrent of 
passion,
turns 
around the situation, an unforeseen storm
often surfaced, life remains on the 
tip of naked sword, swinging
between life and death,
the smoldering
touch of 
your love, on those moment, becomes the 
emancipator, the soul comes back 
from the celestial world - -

  
Paintings of JUAN BERNAL