THE WET GLOW - -

for god sake, do not ask the realism 

of my heart, a  tempest swept 

over the delicate emotion,

some drowning stars

touched the 

surface

or floats on cerulean dust for eternity,

some dreams untouched still 

searches the peaceful 

inn for a night, I

do not 

know the address, it's heard some - - 

flashing islands are existed 

in your eyes, deeper 

than life, those 

destination

often 

calls me with cryptic message, alas !

life can get the meaning of 

that rare, scintillant

wet light - - 

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

oil painting -  not clear the painter s name