Sunday, 22 April 2012


DREAMS NEVER DIES 

aspiration has infinite branches, sprouts 
emerge often near the thorn, the 
dried twig recovers always 
with tender leaves, the
dew drop lets are 
like a dream 
embrace
the tip till the first ray of sun, it's belief
that early dreams becomes true, 
so I tried frequently to keep 
in mind the scenario of 
dream, dale of lovely
flowers, rising the 
fumes from 
the hills, 
gurgle of wild streams, clamor of birds,
holding my hand by you, the sweet
mischievous laugh, misty 
weather, what's more
need in life, but 
alas! it's the
dream,
but dreams never dies - - - 

PAINTING BY JEFF PITTMAN   

THE CONTINUOUS KNOCKING 

do not, maneuver yourself, that life is short,
who knows, tomorrow we will meet
or not, whatever is near us,
why not share them
with open chest,
its better to
unfold
the knots, do not go so away, maybe the -
echo will not get back the path, across
the shaded window reality of life
is not so clear, the gates of
consicence are ficle,
let them free all
compacted
thoughts,
these breaths have limited space, hence
the suffocation in life, let liberate the
egos, deceit, discrimination,
prejudice from the mind, 
heart wants to adopt
the orphan child
of spring,
do not
close the door it's nobody the own reflection
is knocking the door - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 morning glory 1