Saturday 3 November 2012

THE UNSEEN TOUCH - -

echoes have been returned to their 
origin, the alone lamp of the 
temple burned for some
time, neither any 
knock nor
visitor !
an emptiness, profound silence, the
flying pages, the peacock 
feather, the broken
eyeglass, life
is hidden 
some
where on the margin, as underlined
delphic word, your love remains
unsolved riddles, esoteric
incomprehensible,
but I feel that 
healing 
touch !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
 alone light 

THE TACTILE MOMENT - -

you're in front of me or an elixir urn is 
eager to flow over, this evening 
has its own glamour but 
lesser than your 
sliver, the 
drooping eyelid or tuberose cluster 
are eager to bloom, a rustle in 
the flower grove or you've
whispered some
passionate
verse, 
the indigotic darkness, shrinking the 
proximity, hard to say which 
side is superficies and 
where is the infinite
depth, strange
feeling
eddy prone moment, who knows the 
outcome of this obsession,
gliding away eroded 
shore ! and 
sinking
emerging the fragrant breath - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by Susan Martin Spar

THE REALIZATION - -

how to explain you by the word's trap,
it's the matter of heart, if you 
couldn't read through 
the eyes, the 
implicit 
emotion remains half bloomed, the
wet dreams often emerges on 
the edge of misty river in 
the winter morning,
on the residue
of  surface,
floats
some fragrance unexplored - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
  art by nandini karunamuni - India