all directions, just after the
chortle of destiny, the
storm passed,
as usual
in its
devastating way, but life never
stops, eyes never leaves
the habit of dreaming,
on those helter -
skelter
moments, your love walks with
me alike the unseen
aide-de-camp
of bled -
night, the agreement between
dark and light is perhaps,
everlasting ! the
morning
knocks
the doors with unconditional - -
way, in the desolate
gardens, there's
some activity
of the
migratory butterflies, probably -
pollens are eager to spill
from the wild bloom !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
The Face of Spring
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