Thursday 29 October 2015

SOMETHING ELSE - -

That beauty has its own
inner aroma which
doesn't make
the line of
division,
that's remained unseen -
but mobilizes the
quenchless
soul, in
his way, that's matter of
faith, if you believe
then, it's gold,
otherwise
only the
soil, indeed, it's existed -
in every breath, again
question arises for
verification, but
many riddles
remain
as usual unsolved, the
scattering mist has
its own beauty,
maybe it's
called
the mysterious deity or
something else - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

REALIZATION - -

Nothing is changed tho' time
has its own velocity, the
seasons have been
changed sides,
but emotion
remained
in its
place as usual, you're still in
the depth of conscience,
that's the matter of
realization more
deeper than
ocean,
the reflection often floats in -
the heart, and the affinity
reveals from the eyes,
sometimes in form
of tear drops
and
sometimes it spills in form of
blessed luminosity, nothing
is changed tho' time
has its own
velocity,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL