Sunday 1 April 2012


THE EMPTY HANDED PERSONA

whatever is the identity, it doesn't matter,
form, color, attractive, unattractive,
dress ambient, dialect
lingua franca,
king or
beggar, fool or intellectual; after all, I am 
only a man of flesh and blood,
how will deny that, my 
chest has not 
heart,
no difference in your and my dreams;
whether lying on a sidewalk, or
on the velvet bed sheet,
sleep does not 
distinguish 
any
more; your God or my deity, I do not know
there are also scales to examine
humanity, it is heard that
Kingdom of Heaven
belong to them,
who loves
to all 
with equality, then why too much 
discrimination, hatred, 
intimate or alien,
evanescent
life, 
and the long list of desires, where will 
you bring all the burden; one
day, have to return 
empty-handed,
If you 
have something else here, that will be 
love and affinity, which can
not die, that exists into
the soul, that's
immortal 
a everlasting traveler - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Oil Painting on Canvas by Afremov