Wednesday 12 August 2015

WET EVENING - -

Say something, in this beautiful
wet evening, untimely silence
maybe sweep away the
blooming emotion,
in the edge
of your
soulful eyes, there's a floating -
island of beautiful dreams,
I know, from that point
of estuary nobody
comes back,
that's the
mystic
path of subterranean grace, the
life, at last  mingles with the
bottomless waves, and
forgets its own the
true color - -

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