Wednesday, 22 February 2012


THE BROKEN ECHOES 

no I'm not that one, whom you searching,
I've erased long ago by gust of 
time, just a  embodied  
existence, that 
realization 
ever 
inhabited in your humid eyes, the feeling
to love some one without conditions, 
the unpublished poetry of inner
emotion, no I'm not  that 
dream which once
promised to 
bring the
revolution for bleak morning, the jaded
evening, premature death of 
night questioned often
to me why limited
bequest for 
semi 
bloom flowers, though your deceit didn't 
wipe my importance, no I'm not 
that, who can not return, 
my voice has the 
impression 
one day
indeed the broken echoes will get the 
path, may be today is yours - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Echoes of Grandeur - Sudeley Castle