Friday 18 January 2013

THE MAKESHIFT CAMP - -

do not hold me to yourself, I'm stream
flow, wouldn't be ceased, an 
emerging spring to 
overflow,
do not dissolve me into your emotion,
I'm an unleashing sublime sky,
carrying extensive 
leniency in the
heart, 
restless for scattering as the cool - -
moonlight, do not brace me 
in your compressed 
arms, I'm nomad
from birth, 
wishing 
to traverse all man made boundaries,
do not love me to more than 
yourself, I'm fetterless 
passion, wouldn't
be stay in 
your 
bounded terms, I'm the liberated - - 
soul, I haven't the permanent  
address - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
garden2- no idea about painter 

WHO KNOWS - -

from your abysmal eyes, some dreams 
are peeking with new definition, 
the variable season has 
its own compulsion,
who knows 
the 
illusive night will forget again, the path
of morning, let collect some 
moonlit perception 
dipped in dew
droplets, 
who 
knows, the last oclock's desire, other - 
wise, an emptiness somewhere,
will be remain in the life - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art - moonlit evening by Linda Mutti 

THE READING OF FACE - -

I've to go in that wet perception, where 
inanity loses the gravity, the life gets
some amazing meaning of 
beauty, a charming 
emotion rises
from the 
imperturbable conscience, everything
looks refined from the innermost,
pseudo coating doesn't
halt on the surface,
it falls as the 
autumn
leaf one by one, body and mind gets - 
the gloriole of truth, emotion 
absorbs primness of 
new leaf, the 
life gets 
the self sense, a feeling to read the - -
anguished face of others - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Ewan McAnuff