Like everyday, night has passed on a whim, in the obscurity of dawn, the life again slowly lifting the scattered emotions, some sharp pieces and almost, invisible some - - thorny pieces, the fate of dreams, always exists on the tip of wet leaf, the first ray of sun erases all the nocturnal stories but remains some fragrance undefined just inside of hydrous feeling - -
Where is everyone fortunate to get the desired happiness, incompleteness is another name of life, and that deficiency brings the - life toward the unseen adventures, amid the success and failure exists a middle path of inner beauty, which is real friend of a person, supports in every condition - - keeps ignited the lamp of conscience in the darkness of low moods, the life searches again the address of spring !
* * - SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/ Yvonne Harry WATERCOLOR
An endless silence, or the stagnating life, do not know the meaning of your soulful eyes ! the enchanted heart gradually moves, toward the mist of mysterious bliss, strange affinity or the trap of beauty, perhaps a silent pact amid the pollen or the bumble - bee, who cares the lethal end, in the amour ember never extinguished, that's the eternal combustion, burns till innumerable births !