Monday 7 September 2015

THE GAME OF FIRE RING - -

Again night is becoming more
profound, gradually little
cloudy too, the sky
has as usual
mystic
mood, once again the waiting
moment appealing the
rare glamour of
your look,
the
swarm of moths again started
the game of fire ring, do
not know, where it
will reach, the
path
of passion taking us towards -
the unknown destination,
everywhere there's
a foggy vale,
the
heart desires one only night's
refuge beneath your
sleepy eyelash.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

INVISIBLE REFLECTION - -

Some mirrors have their own
bitter image, they never
compromise with
anybody,
actually they are follower of -
truth and truth always
remains naked,
you can not
cover
them by pseudo colors, some
souls are inbred free,
they move with
openness
do not
care the man-made annexure,
their destination exists
in the depth of
conscience,
and that's
reason,
they never accept defeat in - -
life, continuous flight is
their main identity.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL