Tuesday, 20 July 2010


the different world
once created by someones
sand houses on the beach
knitted by soft fingers
the dreams as silky touch
foot prints are still existed
once they walked on
the wet surface holding hands
aquatic birds often visit there
and search the safe place
nesting process is continued
since the earth is born
uncontrolled waves sometimes
want to abolish
the fossilized heart
but failed to destroy the memories
in the low tide
the submerged mystic world
often visible in the moon light
layers of emotion
inhales from the muddy wet land
far away waves cries
and the tear drops hides
in the oysters inner bodies
fossilized love shines in the
shape of multicolored pearls-
---- shantanu sanyal