Friday 16 March 2012

WINNING THE HEART

last night around the midnight, somebody 
asked me, about the exposed truth 
of existence, I couldn't refuse, 
exposed myself to prove 
that I'm not the 
corpse, 
that person had the only interest on bulge 
corpus, nothing more than that, so 
that fellow played with those 
parts which were visible, 
or feel by touch, I 
do not know,
how much was the deferential vision, but 
that person definitely reached to 
more than  the expected 
aspiration, hadn't 
any thing to 
say, 
I just observed the evolution of the rear 
face, the bitter truth of personality,
the landsliding of pseudo -
civilization, external 
representation
of the 
actual need, that person had own created
definition, self made philosophy, 
beautiful classification 
between the truth
and false,
realism of dark and light, the natural art 
for extreme love, neutral policy
between demotic and 
divinity or the
logic to
win the heart through the body and mind, 
difficult to answer - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
PAINTING BY JULIA C.R. GRAY

   

THE MOIST WIND


overwhelmed heart and your scented 
consent,  the evening becoming 
beautiful in itself, 
though 
emotions are still immature, vealy -
dream filling light in your 
eyes as glow-
worm,
invisible infatuation of life calling the 
high tide, falling continued the
*madhuca canopy,
flowers of 
**butea monosperma colored the twilight, 
under the inclined eyelid, the
obsession becoming 
dense, as the 
upheaval
of dark clouds of northeast, life wants
to disperse the condensed 
passion - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
* wild Indian flower mahua used for wine making  
** fire of forest the flamboyant bloom - palash
Painting by Candlelight & Magnolia's by Gayles - - - 

THE NIGHT LOTUS


unfathomable darkness, blooming the 
nocturnal lotus, the bluish, sorcerer
world moving on her fingers, 
life has been filled 
within the
incantation, I don't know, where she 
is going to fly, out of the body,
may be some exotic
attraction,
throwing the unseen trap, or unknown 
conquest wants to drag away,
the mirage of light, 
creating the 
pseudo
moonlight though moon doesn't rise, 
empyrean mirror has mosaic
reflection, she has no 
sensation, 
to look the substantial somatic beauty,  
she is now the maverick 
golden bird, desires 
to touch the
sky,
from the Illusion world, she does not 
wish  to return, on the desert, 
life searches the extinct 
love or life, often 
I think, about 
the truth of her existence, is it woman
 or 
mythical golden dear - - - 

lotus-dark