the manuscript of silent emotion
couldn't be deciphered, the
seasons had come and
gone, the pain of
desert buried
under the
sand
dunes, though the sky has thrived
with stars, galaxies, nebulae, the
night had its own compulsion,
unsatisfied life gazed the
sinking moon near the
shimmering line of
horizon, on the
remote I’ve
observed
into the shape of dawn, you’re
emerging on the eastern sky,
spilling over the colourful
clouds, growing the
new dreams in
the crude
trail,
all the failures, the wave of miseries, the
depressed moments of life trying
to get a favour, looking with
a delicate expectation,
to change the curse
of destiny or the
confessional
approach,
without
any
priest of the enclosed shrine, life doesn't
accept the defeat, as your shadow
covers the igneous land with
the unseen blessing, here
corporal love reaches
to purism, the
negative
feeling removes gradually from the
perception, loyalty turns into
the fragrance, willingly or
unwillingly heart
couldn't follow
the path of
deceit,
here subconscious of mind revives,
later faith goes towards the
supreme love, on that
moment persona
mingles to each
other in a
the way that life looks more beautiful!
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
