Tuesday 27 December 2011


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/  



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