Sunday 8 April 2012


THE RETURN OF SPRING 

opaque vision was mine, it's not fair
to blame others, not easy to 
differentiate between
rain and fog, 
because
from the window I looked the valley, 
conscience couldn't climb
the stairs of the
shrine, what
was he, 
immortal or mortal heart couldn't 
identify, a mystic love or
personal needs,
what was 
that, 
who doesn't permit to sleep me 
peacefully, though last 
night dreams were
vociferous 
with
attractive colors, but I do not know
why, I couldn't see anything 
other than black and
white, or indeed,
I didn't try to
know 
the life in depth, just watched him, 
returning back empty-
handed, alone
far away, 
however, not depressed; with dim 
smile; he said, just rethink 
colorful - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
wild bloom - by Aubusson painting