Monday, 5 March 2012


THE ENDLESS OLFACTION 

ascending smoke, the burning cigar on the 
ashtray, an open book with moving
pages, life has dissipated, as  
light coming through the
half opened
window, 
broken spectacles has no more reflection, 
restless sparrow sitting on the 
ceiling fan, looking the 
faded  chandelier
who knows 
where 
gone all the glow of affinity, the swear to 
live and die, the panting twilight, 
declining light of life, the 
broken spider web 
isolated eyes,
opaque 
layer of ancient dream, I want to touch your
love in the dark, trembling hands
confused, holds the torn 
exotic curtain, the
alcohol drop 
hasn't
the passion to catch the burning match 
stick - - but life feels still the aroma
of your body, authentic, natural, 
doesn't want to erase 
from the persona, 
the endless
olfaction !

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Veronique Radelet 


The Celestial Aura

perhaps, the definition of beauty was nestled
in the eyes, hence in the darkness, her
all the disapproval became the 
aspire, to get whole the sky,
on the chest, I had been
watching with silence
the shred of 
nebula, 
amazing dedication of body and soul has 
bypassed all the arguments, at that 
moment, life has been touched 
a little cloud nine, impulsive
clouds, and passionate
moonlit environs
filled the 
cipher of heart, the dream of reality, or 
rejuvenation ! mute philosophy 
watched, getting off the 
heaven on the 
earth, 
the entire space was in her arms last night!

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Nebula aura