Wednesday, 20 June 2012


THEN THE SAME NIGHT 
again night's silence, the same desire;
to find the life; within the meaning,
the same style yours, lethal,
then I'm once again the
moth of night, 
you're the
flame everlasting; ready to singe my -
masculinity, a graph serpentine,
the growing fog mysterious,
again a cascade wants
to sweep away me, 
in the land of 
dream -
obsessive - - 
- SHANTANU SANYAL
Painting by Ivan Aivazovsky 1

THE HIDING CALL 
in the first rain shower; like an obstinate child; 
sometimes heart wants to soak the bare 
body, under the open sky; on the 
lush green field near the wild 
stream, playing with 
dusty water,
making
the paper boat, splashing the water to each
other; on the slippery mound walking 
in a crazy way, heart wants to 
touch the velvet worm, 
in the wet evening
hide and seek,
as glow of
fire fly, 
life wants to play the missing play, the first 
innocent kiss, the first love letter with
lot of spelling mistake, life wants
to run behind the butterflies, 
seeing the rainbow with
dreamy eyes, many 
more; but alas
childhood 
doesn't comeback; it teases hiding behind 
the massive tree of memory - - 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Edward Henry Potthast 

IT'S NOT A DREAM - -
why my body has become like of glass;
this is a transparent feeling, or
disintegrating yearning,
it has fallen into
the fire, or
have
seeks regenerate, this belongs to -
someone; or it's my illusion, 
the breathing has rapid
velocity, such as
the boom
has
suppressed, in the waves of heart has 
a strange turbulence, don't know;
what, it wants to touch, the 
inclined sky or the 
innermost 
valley 
of oceanic conscience, however this 
was happened since a few days, 
when we first met; under the 
shade of stars; in the 
world of sorcerer
moonlight,
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
wildflower painting by lynn benevento