Friday, 23 July 2010

I did not recognize---

I did not recognize
or confused to distinguish
between the two shades,
a microline is divorced
although street was parallel
colours mixed to each others,
pigments were radicals
expelled and ---created grey clouds
gathered on surface of soft
expression ,
suddenly the sky was monotonous
I found myself in to the centre of
whirlwind, trying to overcome
and unseen intuition
raised the hands and hugged me,
in a moment-
sky was purple blue a massive umbrella
ornamented by silvery flowers
emotions were flying high
a passion to create and produce
something the new, up to the minute
an innovative idea
colors appealed me -said
yet day is bright
touch me -- love me
just desire the authentic concept
fill the colours -- thats life.
-- shantanu sanyal

The bitter truth

Bitter Truth

The bitter truth

Just touch me, the ceaseless ignition

Wants you entirely she said once,

The eyes contact was entered

Through the lips to lower the abdomen,

Do not tag me by poem, artificial flowers

The definition of love is insignificant

The natural beauties are live

Because exchange of fertility is existed

Do not show me dreams of

Moon, stars, flowers, waterfalls, rivers

I know in your eyes the planet is

The graceful canvas of the life,

Because you can not see through me

Please hug me, I desire to break

In your mighty arms forever---

The outer layers of your body

Falling itself does not try to patch it

My barren, thirsty, deserted valleys are

Challenging you just lash down

The hidden rains for new sprouts –

The masked face dropping the saliva

Do not try to screen the lust, desires lava

That’s uncontrollable, let it erupt

My persona is prepared to absorb the

Splash of masculine river, just show

Your inner strength of condensed vitality

---Shantanu Sanyal