Rays of your eyes or fruit of
austerity, a wet feeling
or the affinity of
births, it's
hard
to define your love, even - -
knowing that the life is
a bubble, alike the
kid, the mind
runs
behind the seven colored - -
dream, and those
crystal palace
makes
the
persona meaningful, though
there's a distance
between the
oasis
and
the barren earth, however in
the horizon, some
sporadic clouds
can make
the
difference, and the instinct of
survival, repeatedly
brings me near
you - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Rose Edin Watercolors
Whether you have a million -
attempts to get so called
the desired dream
land, nothing
will change,
if the
stars' path goes through the
predestined cabriole,
before the end of
night everything
was in your
fist, in
the first ray of sun, all things
looked apparent and
illusion free, some
scattered drops
of dew and
miles
long silence, life searched -
repeatedly the foot print
of moonlight but
did not find
out, the
celestial river has perhaps
some secret flowing
path - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Jacqueline Gnott. Watercolor
It's known, nobody waits forever,
the reality of life isn't the
poetry of Omar
Khayyam,
however some convictions have
the indelible sense of oath,
like the silent burning
candle, burns
until the
last melting drop, Its happiness -
consists in burning, that's
the inner perception,
which can only
be realized,
some
relationship hasn't the name, but
they exist in immortal bond,
sometimes in form of
flowers and ever
as dew drop
on the
tip of gabled thorn, in every step -
just smiling - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
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