talismanic, bathed in moonlight
the mysterious valleys !
the amazing
silence;
drenched in dew the poplar trees - -
sleeping village in the foothills,
the wild fragrance of
nocturnal
bloom; the nervous sigh, rhythmical
chirping sound of cricket and
unexpectedly; nestling in
the chest, gradually
two different
souls - -
have been involved in one another -
with fathomless depths, slowly
the life is proceeding toward
the undefined serenity,
neither earth; nor
the mazarine
awning !
a feeling of endless flotation on the
kaleidoscopic horizon, your
love towing away my
soul impatiently.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
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