in the mist of your affection, where's the
blind valley, where's the concealed
flowery path, often I think, on
that hydrous moment,
life hasn't the
option,
to explore the address of inner peace !
sometimes, your love brings on
the rain shadow, sometimes
life searches, a inn in
your thoraces,
unrest
emotions become vulnerable, wander
entire day and night, such as a
peace of detached cloud,
loses, its desire to
pour till the
last
drop, in the dawn sky looks crystal - -
clear, some mark or scuff
remains on the chest,
hard to say that
how much
you've
loved me, how much was exhibition !
the innocent heart again
searches the excuse
to live - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by Paul Messely
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