Thursday, 2 August 2012



THE MISTY PERCEPTION 

not a sound anywhere; nor I get my 
news; a trance, or descending
the opiate, what kind of 
magical shadow 
all around,
spread 
over valleys, such as the way of the
glass membrane, a vibration 
floating in the winds, to 
touch the inner
graph,
how does it stand offishness, deep 
solitude in the crowd, ineffective 
your love, invisible attraction
lure away somewhere 
in the mist, what 
kind of
stoicism, not freedom, nor an 
indulgence; continuing 
the diversion, amid
the relapse 
and the 
emergence, an unknown hand, 
every time, such as 
marching toward
the darkness 
to take 
over all abstraction, that's reason -
conscience never dies - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

artist Misty Morning by Bonnie Hamlin
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/