glassy sentiments, it has had to break
one day, now it slipped from the hands
scattered on the floor, and broken, so
what, life desires to collect all pieces
one by one, reconstructing the dream
has its own glamor, heart doesn't want
to leave the crystal of eyes, it sparkles
in the darkness of isolation, time's flow
had its different precedence, might be
I tried to move toward the antipodes -
way, this imperil task taught to know the
veracity of life, compact, compromise
didn't make me weak, I repaired the
boat kept voyage continues, you had
no time to follow the waves, thanks for
that, I have no option, barring to float, let
the destination love me again with full of
passion, beautiful meaning to get in the
misty trails that you provided the lost
image, today I knew real self-identity!
--- SHANTANU SANYAL
