Monday 9 April 2012


THE UNKNOWN VOICE 

never get tired that voice, resonating 
in the valleys, constantly, in the
layer of mist, it's never
linger, that moves 
towards the 
essence 
of life,
creates new dimensions, with the 
definition of live and let live;
it moves through the
 heart to soul,
includes 
to everybody in its persona, that's a 
comprehensive light, that
merges all  the
 darkness, 
a perception of humanism, which 
absorbs all the pain beyond 
any discrimination,
a tiny stream
accepts 
whole disregard of coastal habitats, 
breaks the silence of injustice, 
stir the conscience, 
raises the 
question against the atrocities, 
exploitation of doctrines,
that voice never 
permit me
to seep, 
every night I pledge, that I will follow 
the way of Dolorosa, in each 
day break life wants
to walk on the
foot prints
of that spirit, the Adventist crusader for
the humanity,  

- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting source  - test of time lithograph 

TILL THEN GOODBYE

Maybe recluse for tonight, emotions
are so tired, body and mind
wants a little rest,
please
remove all the pseudo layers, do not
call me, in the infatuated voice,
let me release, myself from the
elusive contract,
I promise,
before dawn, I will come back,
nothing is hidden from you,
my life was an
open book,
as you
wanted, you've read, underlined, and even
highlighted on the body parts
or the waves of emotion,
as a tamed bird
I followed,
repeated your tuning, your music,
sang the unknown lyric, as
a chorus of the life
remained
behind your love, even I forget self
persona, a fear to go in the margin,
a hidden horror of
sidelined life,
despite
wishing I couldn't leave your deadly
indulgence, but now drop -
the scene, though I have
assured you,
to come
back, however, that dawn should be
same with your dream, as
a crystal clear surface
of love, to see
 the real
image, the perfect combination of body
and soul, just wait for that
miraculous morning,
till then good
bye - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Seattle s Painting