Saturday 21 July 2012


IN THE MISTY VALLEY 

the painful resonances are returning from the dale, 
it's not illusion, not even a dream, a silence 
of cemeteries, night is slipping away
like an iceberg, the feeling's
liquidity, not knowing 
where it wants 
to take
the body, soul, uneasy conscience, the sinking 
emerging life; a condensate storm in
the innermost, or you're  
standing in the
distant or
a phantasmagoria, steeped in pain, sigh, longing
for the salvation of the soul; losing town, 
house, broken windows, shattered
glass pieces, free bond of
affection neither
close and 
not someone farther; deep isolation, on the body
surface the nameless flowers to be bloom,
not mortification, not alienation,
nor fondness, an
homogeneous
heart, 
freedom from arrogance,the destruction of
haughtiness , self-deliverance, no
light, no darkness, a 
lasting peace, 
earth and 
sky, where consistent, prolong dense fog - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Artist Ann Brennan
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/