as an octopus, relations changed
its color, camouflaged the persona,
convoluted, ersatz characters are
the part of life, how to release from
the web, thats the real question,
today your destiny touches the sky
robust wings, not so everlasting,
may be next moment, unable to fly
tried to satisfy everybody, at last
eyes were moisturised, nothing to
say in the journey of life,who and
how some one would be the best
companion, in the way, stoppages
are inevitable, changing of seasons
is thw absolute truth, nobody could
predict the mood of cloudy sky,
in th flowering valley anonymous
blossoms completed the circle
of life, dried after fragranced the
ecosystem, memories changed
and became the beautiful dreams,
in wings of butterflies, i
have written the poetries of love
may be you touched, some marks
remained on fingers, some wiped
away by the waterfalls of life,
some droplets of smile, or few
crystals of eyes, i collected, in my
possession nothing is left to give
you, my friend as the gift of adoration.
-- shantanu sanyal
