Tuesday 23 November 2010

the dream

the grace of nature appeals
i worshiped your beautiful eyes
the brief of life inhabited on
the dark edges, i illuminated
my day and night to loving you,
the sound of soft walking, feels
the nectar dripping from the
wild purple,canopy blossom,
the lips seems like two rivers
are restless to mingle the emotions,
the gorgeous delicate appearance
breaks my passion in installments,
the flowering smiles misguides the
the travelers to find the destination,
each and every angle are enfolded
with the reflection of rainbow, your
persona is ornamented by precious
blessings of angels, i fear to touch,
a glassy beautiful walking dream is
surfaced on the earth, after looking
the painters are speechless, brush
and colors confronted in mute, the
moments paused itself, sun waits,
requests for rotation, for survival.
--- shantanu sanyal


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