Sunday 13 November 2011


THE ALONE TRAVELER
it was known, before the elinquid treaty,
the abutment has some special 
meaning, in your conscience,
the definition of love was 
embroiled in nodules, 
may be it has 
taken time,
but 
I got it, though enlightenment reached
to destination, too late, this space
between us, has diverse, new 
amplitudes, cognition, even
exploration of unknown 
horizons, ecstasy 
points, 
untouched emotion, undiscovered the 
cavities of century old thirst, on 
that mirage inhabited the 
reflection of true life, 
I found, the great
views of epics,
on that nice
acme,
may be it's differ to  intellectual, so called 
masked clergies, or the pseudo 
characters, but it's the 
absolute fact of 
life, that we 
were 
simply an object to get gaiety for each -
other, the organic binding, now 
it's question, that how much
body absorbed the bliss 
and how much 
provided
the 
pleasures, in this procedures did we 
touched the soul, did we evolve
from predacity to divinity, 
it's enigmatic aspect 
of life, not so easy 
to follow the 
path of 
pure
love, amid the passion and adoration 
somewhere was my zenith point,
out of dream only one thing 
was the realism of life,
unclothed laying
 bodies, on 
 the couch,
inside fetus or on the ignited pyre, just 
exposed supreme affection, 
nothing more than that, 
from cipher to zero
travelling night,
alone nude, 
crystal 
clear.

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

painting by -   ROBERT WATSON

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