Thursday, 19 January 2012


THE UNSEEN DESTINATION 

the same style of expediency, lack in 
faithfulness, as usual artifice, it's
same erosion on the wet 
land of brink, again 
call to sailor of 
mid stream,
life had 
never the liberation except the touch 
of your blessing hands, here all 
the rivers fall into the estuary,
the ocean of divine charm,
never chooses the flow
on basis of sanctity, 
on that unseen
levee every 
body has the equal attribution, then 
why several tunnels to go through, 
near the amazing light beam,
I often think for that, when
nothing is discrete
among us then
why world 
asks 
the identification of my existence - -    

- - SHANTANU SANYAL