Thursday, 2 April 2015

ON THE EDGE OF EYE - -

At the end of every night, just 
before the fall of night -
bloom, on the 
edges of 
eyes, I 
feel some fragrant realization 
of your undefined love,
alike an unseen 
ointment 
heals
the wound, a beatific smile - -
emerges on the face, 
and  moment to 
moment
the 
life feels undreamed relief, the
persona floats near the 
colorful horizon !
the morning
looks 
more beautiful, overflowed by 
fresh consciousness !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
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