I'm going to fly above the dales,
trench, river, ocean, do not
know the destination,
beneath the wet
clouds, above
the mosaic
horizon,
I do not know, where is that creator of
my transparent wings, may be
waiting to fill the colour with
beautiful life, if you love
me, do not waste the
moment, just say
as crazy
waves,
let me submerge in your dominance !
glassy bubbles are waiting
for a shelter of palm,
please stretch the
hand before
falling
down the delicate sentiments, embrace
once again me, in a way that
flying desire doesn't wish
to go away in the alien
land of strangers,
keep nearer
to your
heart.
-- SHANTANU SANYAL
