Thursday, 1 March 2012


THE MYSTIC FLAME 

had gone from very close, the dense clouds,
or as far as  barren land of life soaked 
by unexpected splashes, on that 
circle of affinity, some wet 
whit of one's love 
desires to 
melt, 
even today, someone's breath touching the
feelings, as the autumn leaves, heart
searches the inadvertently
destination, do you 
still wait there, 
in vicinity
of that
place, where once the advent of spring, beds 
of flowers created the history, some 
emerging amplitude of love, 
so far, is there the 
incense of 
the 
body, do you feel, some unchained passion
wants to grip again your wobbling 
step, the shadow of clouds
isn't inclining toward
the gray valleys, 
again 
somewhere mystic flame wants to singe -
the forest - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
art - by Marius Tabac