Saturday, 10 March 2012


THE SINKING STARS 

the dripping sound of dew drops,
cognition of the falling leaves, 
the silence of heart beat,
somewhere, your love
inhales the life, 
a step 
sound, which gradually comes 
closer, such as moonlight 
secretly, without 
knocking the
door,
placed the some poem or letter,
immersed in the scent, from
the gap of doors, a 
rustle, the scatter
of perfumes
everywhere, the sky, comes down 
on the surface, all direction
have illuminated with 
unknown glow,
I sat throughout the night alone, 
gazing the sinking stars 
one by one - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Spiral of Dust and Stars