in the soft, descending light of evening,
life stands alone on the stairs of
age, thinks a lot, far away
in the bank of arid
river, the
shattered sun searches the lumpsum -
shelter, for a night, the jaded
body and injured soul
often talks silently,
calculation of
past and
present, often get confusion, infantile
emotion erases the crooked
color lines, on the dark
slate stone of
night, amid
the nocturnal blooms and dreams - -
have some conspiracy, before
the moon rise, the scent
of your affection
doesn't
open the verticil of delicate feelings !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
colored sky 2
colored sky 2
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