do not think I'm depressed, I love
darkness, it doesn't prick,
as a familiar faces
of bright light,
it doesn't
pierce
with mock sympathy, I love night,
do not think, that I'm a man
of amorous ardor,
night helps
me to
recognize the difference between
artificial and natural aroma,
that's your love or lust,
whatever, it doesn't
hurt the friable
emotion,
don't
think, that I'm a self oriented man -
indeed, darkness has its
own glamour, reveals
concealed reality,
brings in front
of mirror !
it forces me to look my bareness
in light of conscience - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
beauty in darkness
darkness, it doesn't prick,
as a familiar faces
of bright light,
it doesn't
pierce
with mock sympathy, I love night,
do not think, that I'm a man
of amorous ardor,
night helps
me to
recognize the difference between
artificial and natural aroma,
that's your love or lust,
whatever, it doesn't
hurt the friable
emotion,
don't
think, that I'm a self oriented man -
indeed, darkness has its
own glamour, reveals
concealed reality,
brings in front
of mirror !
it forces me to look my bareness
in light of conscience - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
beauty in darkness
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