TOWARD THE REALISM

in the hush of last hour of night, do

not know from where ; the

hydrous wind brings

the splendor

feelings,

rousing the body and mind, a sense

of craving increases the beauty

of dream ; while you've 

left the body whiff,

on the lips, on

the fiber of

throb;

it seems that someone has left the

dew soaked the velvety rose,

an alleviate feeling gives

the brilliant relief;

the shudder of

life absorbs

a peace

beyond the description, as a sick -

get back the wish of healing,

sudden rain surprises

the arid sand ridge

of dried rivulet,

in the dark

lane

of metropolis; startling cool wind -

brings the oceanic sentiment,

or somebody secretly

keeps the bouquet

of nocturnal

white

bloom on the foyer; moonlit scent

of your amazing love creates

the illusion or you've 

just now cuddle

the ignited

flame!

the dreams are stepping toward

the realism - - -

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

Irene Sheri Summer Night Painting