Wednesday, 3 November 2010


i awaited on the ancient bridge
talked with algue, broken bricks
crackes were breathing the last
wild creepers have climbed through
the pillars to touch the sky, its
evening, said me something in
low sound, that river had once
a vast, deep aquatic life, days have
to passed, sands are remained
its different, once you had a big
moisturized eyes and i had the
imiginations to cross the oceans
how to show, waves of life
still desires to emerge the edges.
-- shantanu sanyal