Friday, 17 February 2012


THE BIRDS OF PARADISE 

on that rainy night, some soaked pages of
life, few shaky moments, probably the 
warmth of breaths had changed
the all definition, leaning 
face as the wet rose
stem, dripping 
drops of 
hair 
tip, falling on the chest, together created
unexpected environs, in the soft 
wind unseen flame was 
hidden somewhere, 
in the wet gloom
flying wings 
of moth, 
in a short night, miles long aspire to live, 
all man-made dam broke on its own
way, on that flotation nothing 
was remained in the 
mind, even the 
edge had 
left so far, life had reached on that 
beautiful world of love, it was
very difficult to return
from that land 
of infinite
affinity, 
we just walked entire night through the 
blooming trail on the litigants of 
fascinated emotions, as 
oblivious to the world,
on our own 
melody,
just birds of paradise, liberated from 
all the chains - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/