with you, few days later
they became all
butterfly,
in the vale of blooming memory
sometimes, they chase the
fragrance of love,
do not
know, why does it happen, the -
life often feels the value of
a person after lost,
like the search
of dew
droplets in the summer morning,
all things remains as usual
in its place, however,
an unseen
search
in the depth of mind goes night -
and day, the wingless flight
or an incomplete
desire makes
the life
little mysterious, perhaps little bit
disorganized too,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
painting by artist Jacqueline Gnott
