Wednesday, 11 July 2012


CALLING SOMEONE - - 

someone has been kept the bouquet
on the doorstep, or fragrant night
has left the attire, the moment
of dawn looks unique,
with hydrous
feeling,
every direction a freshness, washed
in rain it's the feeling or the
grove of jasmine, again
life wants scattering
on the surface
of love as
bloom,
the cool breeze brings the news of
sweet memory, again river
shore submerging
all the pride,
egos,
somewhere infancy sits folding the
hands on knee, looking the
swirl, the floating twig
of time rotating
rapidly,
alas! it could be tied forever in the
corner of heart, it's beautiful
moment or obstinate 
kid playing with
soaked cloth,
just
reckless from the twist of sorrow 
and pain - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
rain-drop
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