those missing paths in the mist -
still breathing, that's another
thing, you didn't get
the real door,
just -
knocked the wrong locus, it's -
often happened, the floss
remains in front of
eye, but soul
wanders
here
and there, the thirst becomes -
more intense, alike the
smoldering ember,
slightest wind,
makes
it forest fire, in a wink all the - -
verdant landscape turns
into the desolate
land, indeed
in
perpetuity way, the wet feelings
changes into the barren
love, life waits for
a light rain,
but
clouds changes the route in its -
way - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Mark Yearwood
still breathing, that's another
thing, you didn't get
the real door,
just -
knocked the wrong locus, it's -
often happened, the floss
remains in front of
eye, but soul
wanders
here
and there, the thirst becomes -
more intense, alike the
smoldering ember,
slightest wind,
makes
it forest fire, in a wink all the - -
verdant landscape turns
into the desolate
land, indeed
in
perpetuity way, the wet feelings
changes into the barren
love, life waits for
a light rain,
but
clouds changes the route in its -
way - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Mark Yearwood
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