It's meaningless to wait for midnight,
the misty evening has befallen
long ago, now it's time to
be lost in path of
nomadic
dreams, vagrancy of life says, every
flamboyant bloom hasn't the
ambrosial feeling, just
like a broken
promise
which never keeps the scent of love,
again I'm returning toward the
adust desert, again I've
to learn the art of
living in the
thorns,
well done my friend, at least life has
knew, the difference amid the
real and paper flower - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
camellia art
the misty evening has befallen
long ago, now it's time to
be lost in path of
nomadic
dreams, vagrancy of life says, every
flamboyant bloom hasn't the
ambrosial feeling, just
like a broken
promise
which never keeps the scent of love,
again I'm returning toward the
adust desert, again I've
to learn the art of
living in the
thorns,
well done my friend, at least life has
knew, the difference amid the
real and paper flower - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
camellia art