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
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
