Monday, 14 January 2013

THE SNARLS OF HEART - -

doesn't know, who is that, beautifully 
knocked on the door, and in a 
blink, disappeared from 
the eyes, remained
some unseen 
drops of 
lavender water, few fragrant feelings 
in the threshold, in the shadows
of evening, I've searched 
your implied face,in 
the grove of 
tuberose, 
the mystic darkness and your love - - 
looks more reciprocal to each
other, my soul wanders 
with unquenchable 
thirst from one
end to 
other, the steeped in mist, the valleys 
of emotion, the bottomless 
depth of obsession,
doesn't know
the end, 
the centuries old diversion, intricate
into the multi snarls - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by R C DeWinter