Sunday 29 January 2012


THE RESONANT PERCEPTION 

toward the end of night, the call of sand - pipers 
near the wild lake, reminds the eye cap of 
obsessive moonlight, the herbivorous 
thirst, the predator's conspiracies, 
life has been learnt the arts  
of living in the aquarium !
for your kisses the 
lips were adust,
that's not the
truth, my 
thirst was converted in uncontrolled forest fire!
though in invisible eyes existed the elixir's 
aquarius, nomadic desires 
wandered whole the 
life, unquenchable
spirit didn't
sleep 
a moment, endless chasing to the elusive world,  
I didn't get time to think for me, in your 
veneration or love, I don't know,
persona twisted as a silky
rope, unsolved those 
entanglement 
often 
challenged to survive, to discover the new zenith!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
contemporary figurative paintings, by Richard Baxter


THE AUTUMN WIND

dripping sound nobody listened
last night dew had drenched
the dried meadow of life,
the sky inclined with
beautiful manner
toward the
earth,
in the each particle of planet, a
sensation of potency, the
rebirth of passion is
filled by autumn
wind, on the
leafless
twig
tender sprouts are waiting for
the virgin ray of early dawn,
the somnolent face slowly
making the space on
the chest, touch of
sizzling lips, the
condensed
desire,
in sequence passing through
the muscles, bones, blood,
entire persona now in
dominance of your
thrilling grip,
life going
toward
the totality, from physical truth
to the mist of celestial bliss,
comprehensiveness of
loving soul is the
unexplored
mystery - - -