THAT'S WHY - - 

whatever was in my share, I tried to make

them beautiful, there's no complaint 

to destiny, helplessness later

became the citation, the

multi erosion of

shore 

cannot stop to climb the embankment, in

any case, your love holds the arms, 

protects your vision from 

drowning; life blooms 

among the thorns,

the advent of

the fragrance is  sure, the purity of -

veneration existed inside the

heart, exterior beauty has 

a mere illusion; not 

more than that,

and that's 

why, even after losing everything, life

doesn't accept the defeat - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
   http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

THE SINKING STARS

The dripping sound of dew drops, 

cognition of the falling leaves,
the silence of heartbeat,
somewhere, your love
inhales the life,
a step
sound, which gradually comes
closer, such as moonlight
secretly, without
knocking the
door,
placed some poem or letter,
immersed in the scent, from
the gap in the door, a
rustle, the scatter
of perfumes
everywhere, the sky comes down
on the surface, all direction
have illuminated with
unknown glow,
I sat throughout the night alone,
gazing at the sinking stars
one by one - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Spiral of Dust and Stars