do not ask me again the reason
behind the wound of finger
tip, that's the silent
punishment,
just
given by the so called innocent -
rose ! you can not escape
from my fibrils of heart,
maybe, delicate
emotion
but
attached deeply, a perception of
pisces out of water, do not
play with the flaming
desire, it burns
beyond
the
endless sky, infinite combustion.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Floral
which have passed with you, those
moments had bountiful life,
again heart desires
to get some
excuses,
the
causeless meeting, or an unwanted
confrontation, some clamorous
environs, indeed the real
bliss in life is found
somewhere in
the sweet
strife,
too much sweetness is not so good -
makes the life dull very quickly,
there should be some
more space in
the disc
of life,
some undefined love just keep in the
heart with compressed way, do
not reveal the core secret,
so far spring is not
matured - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Painting by Meltem Kilic
