Saturday, 10 March 2012


THAT'S WHY - - 

whatever was in my share, I tried to make
them beautiful, there's no complaint 
to destiny, helplessness later
became the citation, the
multi erosion of
shore 
cannot stop to climb the embankment, in
any case, your love holds the arms, 
protects your vision from 
drowning; life blooms 
among the thorns,
the advent of
the fragrance is  sure, the purity of -
veneration existed inside the
heart, exterior beauty has 
a mere illusion; not 
more than that,
and that's 
why, even after losing everything, life
doesn't accept the defeat - - - 

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


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