Tuesday 3 May 2011

'Kaleidoscopic Dream


The innocent heart, gentle psyche,
Budding emotion, dreams
Were moved on the potter’s wheel,
The wet feelings shaped slowly
By someone’s delicate fingers, on
The veranda among the tiny
Beautiful bloom, seasons have
Converted me on ceramic vessel, the
Cleric touched my surface, marked
The hymn, classified the persona,
Filled the bigotry water, kept
On the worship place, trapped my
Life under the doctrine, I cried
That night, he had shown me paradise
Through the kaleidoscope, gradually
The venom of prejudice reacted,
Hatred towards the art, beauty, love,
Music, bloom, sculptors multiplied,
I couldn’t sleep on that night,
Perception revolted against the
Priest, I had rejected his principles,
How can I betray the potter?
He fills the love in my body pores,
Everywhere, he created my life
For love not for abhorrence,
Since that night, I’m facing charges
Of blasphemy, I’m scattering in
The pieces beneath the cherry tree,
Falling blooms are sheltering me,
Consistently, my soul is moving
Generously in the land of artist,
-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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