Friday, 18 January 2013

WHO KNOWS - -

from your abysmal eyes, some dreams 
are peeking with new definition, 
the variable season has 
its own compulsion,
who knows 
the 
illusive night will forget again, the path
of morning, let collect some 
moonlit perception 
dipped in dew
droplets, 
who 
knows, the last oclock's desire, other - 
wise, an emptiness somewhere,
will be remain in the life - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art - moonlit evening by Linda Mutti