THE LOST FAMILIAR TRAILS

on that flashy stream, floating mist inclines 

to say the meaning of life, currents 

have no time to listen all the 

distress stories, it only 

knows to flow amid

rocks, stones,

abstracted

silence 

of 

beautiful morning hold my oscillated steps, 

says secretly the breeze into the ears,

look the beautiful virgin nature has

stretched her arms, do not see 

twisted again and again to 

the lost past, the wild 

alleys goes from 

here to that 

hidden 

mountains, near the waterfalls dreams 

create the seven colored poetry on

 the sky ! flamboyant wild 

bloom itself with 

intense aroma

of love in 

that 

location I often wait for you, sometimes, 

whenever you will get time don't

forget to visit, may be I 

wouldn't  be there 

but a feeling of 

affectionate 

passion,

will be 

on the wind of eternal affinity, you can see 

my name on the bark of tall fern tree 

in the center of heart, as  once 

we have engraved, pledged

to live together endless,

infinite way, though 

it wasn't the true

conclusion of 

life, other

aspect 

were too significant, that I couldn't  follow

the familiar trail - - - 

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