The harbinger of spring is my
love, waiting on the door,
next is up to you,
open the door
or not,
perhaps, you've felt the touch
of wind, definitely flowers
also, must have said
something, across
the window,
again
there's a strange stir among -
the nomadic butterflies !
once again, in
the desolate
plaintiff,
resounding the poetry of the
bumble - bee, life is
calling you
unduly,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Justin Clements Fine Art
Out of closed doors, there's a
world of reality, where
grows, prickles
together
with
the flowers, ever, try to cross
the self - circle, your pain
isn't just a lonesome,
victory and defeat
are not the
true
scale of life, maybe today is
shining sky in your side,
but clouds are the
fetterless
creatures, who knows about
the uncalled rain, entire
life, I've weaved the
web of potential,
it's a different
matter
that it reel off from other end.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
waiting
Flowers bloomed again in the
abandoned valleys, the
nature has its own
secret blessing,
winds have
some
aromatic freshness, again in -
your cumbersome eyes,
some dreams are
emerging
with
new expectations, enchanted
life looks towards you with
divine beauty, above
the horizon,
the color
of sky looks kaleidoscopic - - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Justin Clements 1
