When the sky be void, the blooming
dale will be deserted, when the
life will chase the charlatan
shadows, except the
mirage, if you've
nothing, on
those
moment, the unseen love will hold -
your hand, if you believe in
yourself, I'm sure, all
stormy clouds,
unexpected
whirlwind,
will just
pass away without any destruction - -
a person who believes in the
feeling of all wellness,
without any dividing
line, a soul
which
feels the implied meaning of wet eyes,
that soul doesn't need the
salvation, it's free from
all the myth of
heaven
hell !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
painting by artist Qiang Huang
In desire of handful sunlight
sometimes life becomes
the plants of indoor,
just waits for
reflected
light,
alike the caged bird forgets
aerial path, in fact we
fear about the
rebellion
and
accept the injustice, indeed
we shrink in limited circle,
and become the
creature of
self
centered, somewhere the -
natural instinct of real
humanity dies
before the
birth,
tho' in the own world we get
temporary pleasure, but
the conscience often
admonishes to
our soul,
the
latent deity suddenly wauls
against the cowardliness,
and the life wants
renaissance
against
all
man made philosophies or
all the sweet venomous
doctrines, where
the value of
humanity
exists
on
the margin, and mastermind
becomes the satrap, but
end of sin is certain,
maybe today or
tomorrow, it's
sure - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art of linda jacobus
