THE LIFE 

the enchantment of sky,half opened 

heart as an oyster,peeping the tiny

ray across the darkness,hiding a fire

fly inside the palm, restless blues

wants to fly between innocent fingers,

as a bonsai, happiness remained 

dwarf though I irrigated it honestly !

spring has its own reasons, said 

its not possible to love you forever,

in the warp weft of life, weaved the

silky threads of dreams,its broken

repeatedly its different tale friend, 

before the daybreak,who is painting

the horizon in dew dipped colors,

this cross is remained my only an

alter ego,no other place for it except

my shoulders,where to go leaving 

the familiar,innocent,pure beautiful

all around these faces,in distress

moment they smiles for my persona,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL