Monday, 7 January 2013

THE WET GLOW - -

for god sake, do not ask the realism 
of my heart, a  tempest swept 
over the delicate emotion,
some drowning stars
touched the 
surface
or floats on cerulean dust for eternity,
some dreams untouched still 
searches the peaceful 
inn for a night, I
do not 
know the address, it's heard some - - 
flashing islands are existed 
in your eyes, deeper 
than life, those 
destination
often 
calls me with cryptic message, alas !
life can get the meaning of 
that rare, scintillant
wet light - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

oil painting -  not clear the painter s name