I knew, one day you'll forget; doesn't
anyone remember a lifetime; the
flow of affection is fickle, goes
towards the slope, makes
itself the space in the
heart, the past
slowly
begins to fade, at last face, voice -
affinity, love, receptively
becomes the unsung
Parnassus of lost
poet of gloom,
a memory
of partial
transparency says, the little floating
the saga of past moments of
life - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
art by Koen DemuynckOn
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
