Wednesday 18 February 2015

ON THE LOST PATH - -

That twist became itself the turning -
point, where once, you've left
my hand, indeed infidelity
sometime teaches
the art of real
survival !
that broken bridge became itself the
gondolier to cross the river, the
time feels all the wounds
itself, but credit goes
often to the
stranger,
the world's fair has its own different -
fascination, hanging on the
cipher, that's your love
or the whirligig of
uncertainty
whatever,
life tries to catch always, the floating
dreams, sometimes very close
and sometimes far away,
alike the butterflies,
beautiful, but
little bit
illusory, again life has to sign on the
compromise diary - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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Painting by mary gibbs

TOWARD THE RETRIEVAL - -

The stricken shore was looking - -
just silently, the storm was
unexpected, came,
and in a
moment had passed too, leaving
the extensive destruction,
often in life it's also
happen,we
think
something else, and happens - -
something differ ! some
riddles have their
own glamor,
remains
buried throughout the ages into
the depth of conscience,
but shore has its
self healing
point,
gradually the wild flower creeps
up on the sand bed, and
again migratory birds
return to the
edge.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Santa Fe Artist Annie O'Brien Gonzales

THE UNEXPECTED BETS - -

The stayed steps need a -
synaphea, unflinching
approach toward
the target,
nobody becomes the jaded
traveler's companion,
indeed, the bitter
truth remains
hidden in
the depth of extreme love, -
too much sweetness
invites very soon
sadness, in
your
eyes, I've seen some glare
of exceptional light, tho'
everything isn't gold,
in spite of that;
sometimes
the life
plays the unexpected bets.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
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