Tuesday, 12 June 2012


THE LOST INFANCY 
come on then; borrow from the clown heart;
let the people look the face of humor,
cradles hanging in the vacuum; 
calls me, again and again,
life isn't self-limited,
out in the rain; 
watchers 
cannot see; the hydrous eyes, let's come 
drenched in the rain, it's madness;
I know, by this excuse some
smile could be scattered,
on the depressed
faces; its the 
life -
come on then stop, the tiny stream flow 
with emotional wet sand, let the 
float paper boat, your heart
is restless to play the
hide and seek, 
again love
me with
innocent way, without any desire - - - 
- SHANTANU SANYAL
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
ART by Debbie Miller