Tuesday 7 May 2013

NOTHING EXCEPT THAT - -

as much you want, you can collect, the 
generous bosom of nature never
refuse, sometimes the 
heart desires to 
muffle the 
beauty
of blooming valley, the shadow of - -
moon, the depth of ocean,
the endurance of 
burnt desert,
afflicted
but 
remains perpetual silent, in your love 
I've learned as burning incense
in the covert oratory, the 
life wants to borrow
the aroma of 
tuberose 
for 
comprehensive diffusion, in the - - - 
disconsolate evening, for 
creation of some 
unpublished
poetry 
in 
your dreamy eyes, nothing except that 
in this moment - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


Artist Filomena Booth

THE PROVISIONAL BLOSSOM - -

the debarkation is the part of nature,
everything goes towards the 
fallout along with time,
maybe leaf or 
blossom !
the 
face was so gloomy though mirror-
didn't complain anything, in 
your claim, how much 
was the honesty,
often thinks
life -
anyway, in that solace existed the - -
beauty of love, pseudo or real, 
it's subject of leisure 
debate, ever 
again 
we will think for that, affectionate - - 
moments says what's wrong,
if unseen bond wants
permanence, so 
don't prevent
the flow
of light from your  inebriate eyes !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
art by Christine Krainock.