Monday, 19 March 2012

OVER, IT WAS SOMETHING


'll meet again somewhere, just walking 
on the path of life, do not allow to
extinguish the lamp of votive,
it was a short  proximity, 
but we have gone
through a long
life, some
floating sand castles, a few emerging 
nascent beads, some young
desires; and adolescent 
emotions some
mature
nights, a little boon to fruition, the lovely
prevalence of dreams, the drift
further than the imagine, 
silk or velvet-feeling
scale, it was love
or friendship, whatever was that amid us, 
but that was more than 
beautiful - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Man-Standing-Alone