I've tried again tonight, to decorate
the desolate heart, again I'm
sitting alone, near the
broken glass -
window,
on
the river edge, perhaps, returned -
back, all the ferry boats, the
clamor of birds toward
the silence, the
old banyan
tree
looks just haunted, tho' it has been
given shelter to everyone,
indeed, the wrinkles
of face, and
infidelity
of
mirror, do not know which one is - -
correct, the truth is that, you'll
not look me back, and
false isn't that I've
not waited
for
you, you've many compulsion, but -
I didn't get single excuse, just
accepted your decision,
defeat or victory
in life, in
this
moment, analyzing is meaningless,
again, I've been adopted the
eclipsed love or just
ingested the
slow
poison, really I do not know about -
that, just as usual I'm waiting
for you - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Elvin Aytaç
the desolate heart, again I'm
sitting alone, near the
broken glass -
window,
on
the river edge, perhaps, returned -
back, all the ferry boats, the
clamor of birds toward
the silence, the
old banyan
tree
looks just haunted, tho' it has been
given shelter to everyone,
indeed, the wrinkles
of face, and
infidelity
of
mirror, do not know which one is - -
correct, the truth is that, you'll
not look me back, and
false isn't that I've
not waited
for
you, you've many compulsion, but -
I didn't get single excuse, just
accepted your decision,
defeat or victory
in life, in
this
moment, analyzing is meaningless,
again, I've been adopted the
eclipsed love or just
ingested the
slow
poison, really I do not know about -
that, just as usual I'm waiting
for you - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Elvin Aytaç
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