Thursday 17 January 2013

THE CONSPIRACY - -

in the soft, descending light of evening,
life stands alone on the stairs of 
age, thinks a lot, far away 
in the bank of arid
river, the 
shattered sun searches the lumpsum -
shelter, for a night, the jaded 
body and injured soul
often talks silently,
calculation of
past and 
present, often get confusion, infantile 
emotion erases the crooked
color lines, on the dark
slate stone of 
night, amid
the nocturnal blooms and dreams - - 
have some conspiracy, before
the moon rise, the scent
of your affection 
doesn't
open the verticil of delicate feelings !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
colored sky 2