THE RISING SMOKE - -

at that juncture, a while 

stayed the night,

talked with

dim 

stars, said goodbye to

sinking moon,

speechless

looked

the shrinkage of the 

gorgeous sky!

heard the

groan 

of moonlight, maybe 

you do not know,

without you, 

every 

thing was blighted,a deep

loneliness everywhere,

kept wandering

life in the 

desert,

like a confused deer,

searches the trail 

forgotten!

entire 

night emotion was sitting 

on the parapet, alone

gazing to the 

misty 

horizon, and rising the 

strange smoke !

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

artist - JORGE LEANZA 

ON THE TIP OF - -

I'm afraid, this attachment will destroy my

existence, a bit of awe, that maybe

somebody will snatch you, 

from my breath, the 

longing of heart

without you, 

perhaps 

one day, not take the life, it's a lethal view,

whenever you've looked me with 

full of indulgence, the very 

deep, a torrent of 

passion,

turns 

around the situation, an unforeseen storm

often surfaced, life remains on the 

tip of naked sword, swinging

between life and death,

the smoldering

touch of 

your love, on those moment, becomes the 

emancipator, the soul comes back 

from the celestial world - -

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

  

Paintings of JUAN BERNAL