are you still waiting across the
fictional world, or on the
surface of falling
leaf, autumn
of life
is paused very long, on the - -
edge of wild incense, I've
to return, something,
if you wish to
meet me,
beyond that mysterious silvan!
there's a real surface,
some teardrops,
latent pain,
some
dispensed dream, maverick - -
spirit, however heart
desires to show
you, at least
once,
the smoldering love of passed
spring - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by willow rise