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/
