THE SHADOWS OF EVENING - -

in the shadows of evening, 
somewhere, your love 
predominates my 
persona, the
body, 
soul, everything gradually  
becomes the puppet
of your silk yarn 
realization,
those
passionate moments are - 
creating upheaval in 
the quiet life, in 
the premises 
of heart,
some anonymous flowers  
writing the fragrant 
signature, slowly
senses are 
losing 
the ethical definition, I am  
afraid, in this situation,
the life could 
cross 
the 
flaming boundaries, don't -  
try to play with ignited 
feeling in such 
times - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
The Windows of Italy