An unquenchable thirst, or an
endless mirage, do not
know, where is
the end
of vagrancy, amid the earth -
and the sky as usual
remained the
profound
loneliness, tho' overnight the -
moon was awakened,
bunch of tuberose
spilled the
passionate aroma drop - drop,
it was neither any dream
nor a reality, but
someone
had touched the inner sense -
not knowing what to look
for, however that
was shadow
of your
love or optical illusion, do not
know, but I loved to flow
in that amazing
moment - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Silent-Mystery art by lexy sundell
On a whim, someone's transcendence
in silent life, created a bit of stir,
a refreshing realization,
makes the persona
meaningful !
that's
your love or just a momentary affection,
whatever is that sensation, but it
fills fresh colors in the stray
impulsiveness, whole
the environ looks
so beautiful,
alike
in last o'clock of night, the dew droplets
fall on the delicate petal of jasmine,
the hydrous emotion slowly
absorbs the fragrance
of your love, in
the depth of
soul - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
transcendence
