THE EVENING SHADOW

do not know; what's searching your eyes,

while; I gave you everything, the

evening brought again

new story; some

secret, just

let it in

the

darkness, just now; the sun has immersed,

just wait a while, the tiredness will 

go away; scorched flowers

get some rest; let the

concentration of 

aroma to be

dense;

and then touch to my wounded body with 

blessed hand, it's prolong journey;

the night is tender; susceptive

too, gradually come near

me, the glassy dream; 

perhaps break!

a little

more; romance should  be emerge - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsplanet.blogspot.com/
flowers of evening 

THE UNPUBLISHED EPISODE

either a silent traveler ; or a nocturnal

creature left the strange foot print

on the river – bank, perhaps

the waves knows; her

address, last

night

in

the wind there was a peculiar feeling,

who had fused the fragrance of life

into the dull moments of the

solitude, do not know;

who had kept the

bunch of tube

rose, in

the

depressed flower vase, a sweet scent

was sprinkled on the chest, the

sensation got back the lost

smile, a delicate liana

crept, entire night

very close to

the heart

with

carrying the blossom of gripping bliss,

that shrouded sentiment of a

long period, the unspoken

desire, the thick aspire,

out of the blue;

unfolded

and

waxy hesitation melted away in a wink,

preceding night somebody had

opened the whorl of zeal,

life received amazing

aesthetic touch

of warmth

proximity, more than probability - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

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