Monday 21 November 2011


THE CHESSBOARD 

before reaching on the portal of innards 
caravan left the burg, deserted 
high way looked me very 
strangely, sky had 
been crimped
all spilled
out 
stars, nebula, milky way, of course the 
moon, I searched you among the 
shrinkage of glowing dust, 
the half noggin had 
no trace of your
lip print,
night
seemed jaded, chandeliers were 
gloomy as empty phial of 
exotic perfume, the 
half melted 
dreams 
and 
candles scattered on the chessboard - 
designed floor of life, vanguard 
emotion utilized by you 
inconceivably, now
my persona is 
not lesser 
than 
the infantry man, after defeat standing 
among the crowd of audience,
both sides of victorious 
path, the procession 
passed in the 
luxurious
way, 
you cut off a corner, refused all the -
happening of amethyst 
darkness, erased 
brilliantly the 
familiar 
odors,
no doubt you had won the game of life.

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