the skyline, you're waiting
somewhere in the
twilight; holding
some
bunch of tuberose, such as; in the
desert; the dead river rose
again, your affinity
brings the
life
towards the sandalwood forest, the
emotion turns alike the holy
pantheon, persona
burns slowly
alike the
benzyl,
the steps are proceeding toward the
altar; it's the supreme moment
of veneration; beyond
all man made
recognition,
a stasis
with eternal silence is appearing in -
the limit of vision; now I'm
laying before you; all
my arrogance
and the
conceit, you've to judge this moment.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
