ON THE TIP OF SILKY LEAF - -

nothing was new in that glass 
breakage, the friable 
object has to 
break 
one day, so I've taken as the
incident normal, that 
trust which stands
on the pillar 
of fake
foundation, future remains on
the tip of inclined branch,
inevitable fall ! no 
one can stop, 
just a 
matter of slat, so called love 
becomes the droplet 
of desert rain, 
in real 
love, the attachment never - 
dies it regenerate 
again and 
again 
from the depth of pulsation !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
tip drop - - 

ALONG WITH TIME - -

all efforts remained the mute spectator, 
full of stars sky, the flow of galaxy,
celestial or subastral, when 
nomad stepped 
toward the
unseen
destination, all the chasing shadows in
last, return to their origin, the 
echoes of affinity in the 
end became just 
silent, 
neither regret nor complaint, voidness -
gradually replaced by new faces,
that's the reality of life, 
and that should 
be, the
nature has its own process of revival !
along with time the volcanic
downhill becomes 
the blooming
valley.
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Deborah Barton