Wednesday 6 June 2012


THE VAGRANCY 
a strange tickling filled by somebody;
an unseen floating pulls towards
the blooming valley, again 
life wants to love you,
all left behind; the
chains of
unnecessary, vagrancy of heart and
changing the weather sides, now
who is interested for pseudo 
prophecy, whatever the
heart wants; that's 
the realism, 
the remaining; nothing other than just
dreams - - - 

hibiscus 

THE SPIRAL TRAIL
spring returned; and has imprinted,
perhaps, someone's name; 
sustained a knock on
the surface of 
heart,
from where, wet wind brings; the
wave of life;  in somatic 
foramen; such as 
windows of
fragrance are left exposed, an 
insobriety each side; 
each moment, the 
uncertainty; 
each 
second a new realization, have
achieved or something
lost the heart; do 
not know the
mind, a 
semi-sleepy; consciousness hasn't 
the grip, eccentrically step
without the addiction,
the straight trail;
looks the 
spiral - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
shades - by Charlie Waite Memory 

IMMINENT ERUPTION
in this surreal vicinity, the earth
looks as a rising sphere of cold
flame, an embryonic zeal
breaths from the ocean
of infinite obsession,
a suppressed
storm
towards to surface, the distance
between veracity and dream
becoming shorter, step by
step; effect of craving
ignites the sleeping
aspiration, the
cell of scent
or helix
of volatile emotion wants to split,
glimmer of love appearing on
the corporal waves, the
startling quiver looks
as all-embracing
midnight
rain;
the unseen clouds are gathering
on the wide chest - - -