the depth of dense darkness,
except, the rise and fall
of our breath, there's
nobody, in this
midnight's
silence,
you know, sometimes, the silence
itself becomes the epic of
romance, and says
more then
textual,
in your eyes emerging again some
strange flicker of jargon, in
the mysterious asleep
valley, again the
night bloom
throwing
the redolent loop, slowly, our souls
are becoming the unfettered
creatures of primitive era,
far away from all
hypocrisy,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
