Tuesday, 7 February 2012


LET S GO, GET LOST SOMEWHERE 

I do not know, who calls in the midnight,
in the unison of unseen flute, heart 
floats as the sporadic white
clouds flies on the 
moonlit sky,
staying 
moment on the dewy frills, in the that
remote, sleepily blue mountains
look like the dreams has 
adopted them, the 
nocturnal wild
blooms 
are eager to open the cell of fragrance,
the mysterious shadow of tall tress,
a strange cause of feeling 
appears in the inner, 
bluish darkness 
creates the 
magic, 
whose personality often, separates me 
from my existence, unbridled 
passion becomes the 
maverick life, as
heart wants to
 fly near
the fascinating horizon line of eastern 
sky, nonchalant, wild emotion
tonight desires to lost 
in the natural 
appeal of
that 
eyes, wherein the pleasure of eternity is
settled - - -  

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting -night magic -Toni Grote
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

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