ON THE TIP

Those feelings were denser than the clouds,

that perception didn't change, though I've
tried to melt my vigor as wax in her
love, but somewhere in the night
betrayed, it ended before
the change of emotion
to flame, droplet
of passion
remains
on the
tip
of leaf, petals were keen to touch it the entire night, -
but didn't succeed, as the whorl of ethics never
allowed to do so, it slept with buried
aroma into the chest - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE INTENSE NIGHT 

in the seizure of those eyes, life, 

seems to be pretty than 

imagination, in 

every step

a new

freshness,

every moment, a new hope, the

renewed vigor, be scattered

like flower porridge

in the stony

paths,

in every direction, waking dreams,

everything beautiful, aromatic

feelings, melting moment;

with impulsive flame, 

the emergence

of full moon

gradually - - - 

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

Moon Rising over Fog Clouds Painting by Elliott Daingerfield