Tuesday, 23 November 2010

the perception

the limit of my imagination is
glassy, breakable, i did not fence
the surrounds, let the dreams
shelter, grow, bloom and scatter
i contended whenever you had
defeated me, its creates some
more space for self realization,
just like a kid s victory, knowingly
loosing the game has unique zeal,
the graph of life goes through the
various face, lines had no regrets,
your love is on the tip of thorn
as dew droplet shines in dawn,
my devotion rests on the dry leaf,
let the fresh wind push love, down
heart would be surfaced in a moment
i waited since the creation of cosmos,
to, absorb the outburst of submission,
--- shantanu sanyal