Tuesday 8 May 2012


MIDDLE OF THE HEART AND ARROW 

that was neither the wet wind sigh of first rain,
nor the love of a glance, something amid
breath and lip, between the heart 
and pulsation,  somewhere
middle of conscious 
and delirium, 
inkling
of your impaction, on the surface of chest -
wasn't dream, in fact, a real feeling
which has filled the life with 
exclusive fragrance, 
that wasn't the
intoxication
of first
premature inebriation of your oceanic eyes,
or probably sweet  paranoia, god 
knows, what was that, in a 
blink the life became
upheaval, I could
think of 
something, that the arrow was across the
heart, did not scream; didn't even
know, and sweet pain 
emerged in the
midnight - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting by MARLIES MERK NAJAKA