Tuesday, 10 August 2010

tender roses

ecstasy of song and music
twilight to late night
spell of closest moments
broken in the unknown horizon,
its crack of dawn
shattered dreams
sleep on the sea beach,
birds are flying away
in the search of new destination
melted wax,ashes remained on
the surface of wounded heart,
some dew droplets
laying on the eye lashes
oozing wounds
requires some more times
to get the next shock,
picking the pieces of
the broken wine glasses
someone decorated the vase
with tender red roses
arranging the new life as usual
-- shantanu sanyal