Sunday, 5 December 2010


sandcastles, once we made on the
 the edge of life, mutual touch to each
 other s internal planets, the common
secrets were buried under the heart
periodic high low tidal waves had passed
so many times emotion overlapped
the passion of darkness, washed away
the layers of artificial covers, or we
removed the hesitations through easily
the submerging dreams had have some
graceful feelings, some times in the life
heart desires to submit completeness
to someone, who dominates with high
sky touching waves, soul becomes  yacht,
playing on the blue ocean s vast chest
we have forgot the fear of dark clouds
here no more regret of sinking boats
sometimes the corporal planet becomes
the floating strange beautiful islands,
--- shantanu sanyal