from here, leads a turn too far, where,
even shadow leaves attachment,
a transparent feeling,
develops unseen
underground
branch,
some familiar faces, escapes one by
one silently, those noiseless
moment of life, often
asks the meaning
of existence,
and
conscience turns the pages of spirit -
very carefully, but doesn't get
the old underlined stanza
of you love letter, the
extinct lines
teases
with chortle of tidal wave, life looks - -
the touch stone with reverse
inverse way, and at last
throws into the
midstream,
just like
a raw dream's survival, among the - -
broken glass vase and scattered
flowers, life searches the
missing clue of
stunning
fragrance ! but gets only pieces of - -
sharp edged reality - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/PAINTING BY MARY DOVE
