THE NOMADIC WIND - -

Yes, this is true, since many days,
I was unaware about myself,
often, in the crowd of
relationship, we
forget own
value,
but it's not so late, the beauty of -
life shouldn't be limited, just
like a sprinkle of the
fragrance, flows
in the
nomadic wind beyond all barbed
boundaries, smelling like dry
earth wetted in the first
rain, fills the sad
cellule with
a rare
happiness, just embrace all the -
faces, stranger or familiar
does not matter, let's
share the love,
which
grows more and more by sharing.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE WET ZEAL - -

Let's share the some inadvertently
pain of each other, still in your
eyes floating the pieces
of dream, do not
hide the pain
of silent
prick, in your lips some unexplored
stories are distraught, just
unfold the secret of
last o'clock,
still, life
has the untouched desires, do not -
twist the face, the flowers of
hope are calling you from
the remote vale
of profound
beauty,
just share your emotion with some
one, believe me, the life will
be again alike the stems
laden with flowers,
emerging from
dense mist,
do not
forget to response the echoes of - -
skyline, miracles have no
prediction, believe me
in your eyes, still
there's some
wet zeal.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/