whenever, bright night searches
the shadow of your eyes,
the moonlit flowers
often forget
the -
address of fragrance, all colors
suddenly fuse in each other,
the reality becomes
just an identic
dream,
in your love, heart contains the -
celestial beauty, on those
petals of wet feeling,
life creates the
poetry
of divine, where all the ego and
prides becomes just a
meaningless
aspect,
the
soul gets back the clue of real
bliss, then the heart
illuminates with
eternal
aura,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
the-roses-in-basket-conte-charcoal-pencil-drawing
the shadow of your eyes,
the moonlit flowers
often forget
the -
address of fragrance, all colors
suddenly fuse in each other,
the reality becomes
just an identic
dream,
in your love, heart contains the -
celestial beauty, on those
petals of wet feeling,
life creates the
poetry
of divine, where all the ego and
prides becomes just a
meaningless
aspect,
the
soul gets back the clue of real
bliss, then the heart
illuminates with
eternal
aura,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
the-roses-in-basket-conte-charcoal-pencil-drawing
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