Sunday 22 April 2012

DREAMS NEVER DIES


Aspiration has infinite branches, sprouts
emerge often near the thorn, the
dried twig recovers always
with tender leaves, the
Dew droplets are
like a dream
embrace
the tip till the first ray of sun, it's a belief
that early dreams become true,
so I tried frequently to keep
in mind the scenario of
dream, Dale of lovely
flowers, rising the
fumes from
the hills,
the gurgle of wild streams, the clamor of birds,
holding my hand by you, the sweet
mischievous laugh, misty
weather, what's more
need in life, but
alas! It's the
dream,
but dreams never die - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

PAINTING BY JEFF PITTMAN   

THE CONTINUOUS KNOCKING 

do not, maneuver yourself, that life is short,
who knows, tomorrow we will meet
or not, whatever is near us,
why not share them
with open chest,
its better to
unfold
the knots, do not go so away, maybe the -
echo will not get back the path, across
the shaded window reality of life
is not so clear, the gates of
consicence are ficle,
let them free all
compacted
thoughts,
these breaths have limited space, hence
the suffocation in life, let liberate the
egos, deceit, discrimination,
prejudice from the mind, 
heart wants to adopt
the orphan child
of spring,
do not
close the door it's nobody the own reflection
is knocking the door - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 morning glory 1