Saturday 24 March 2012

THE NASCENT MORNING

night had hidden some deep secret, on 
its dark lappet, some beautiful 
moments,not appropriate 
to unfold them, a little 
lively emotion,
the touches
of affinity, 
few 
drops of celestial love, some undefined 
relationship, devoted proximity,
the kisses of moonlight,
to the snow covered 
peak of mountain,
the lunatic flirt 
with dense 
clouds,
fog descends from the pine trees, mystique 
of the night singing, and light 
emanating from the
monastery,
lily of the
night 
and tured incense; the heat of breath,
extensive serenity, intense blue
 light, damp night of orchid
 blossom, body united 
to the merger;
wild vines
towards the stems of the trees, birth of new
seedlings, on the newborn leaves, 
some precious drops of love,
greenish yellow colored, 
the arrival of rare 
morning - - - 

THE ABSTRUSE CONDITION


of course, I'm obsessive by birth, no prob, 
you can say stubborn, sporadic, any
other thing - - it's impossible to 
you, to make evasiveness 
from me, deliberately 
to be unaware,
even if you 
want release, an invisible vine will clench 
you, if do not believe, just try, the
skein of silk threads will 
not open; you, 
yourself
will get stuck in a snarl, my breath has taken
place, in your body and soul; now, 
you will have to keep this 
relationship,
forever, 
such as night jasmine becomes perfume,
after dissolving in oil, just the 
same way, you have 
reached on
that
level, the eternal amalgam, an unbreakable
element, I'm afraid, liberation is 
difficult in natural way, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
ART  -  the Mystic Forest by Patricia Maertz