Monday 31 October 2011








THE DROP SCENE

the rival whom I searched in the crowd,
in the acute desire, across the
dreamy sky, around  the
cognition of love and
hate, nobody was
except the
shadow
of mine, for the complacency, all faces
I found covered in pseudo mask,
mosaic facade, on that
segmental arch
droplets of
mirage,
allured my persona, molded as they -
have decided, given shape
according their needs,
on the path of life,
accusation
was
meaningless, agonies created only -
by me, heart tried to touch
the brightness blindly,
consequences !
blisters
on the
palm, though off and on brittle moment
kissed the dripping wounds, to
get more than destiny, the
yearning grown in multi
fold way, perception
has nude beauty,
it wants to
see all
hidden organs, the fear of aging is the -
universal truth, mirror hadn't the
miraculous power, stranded
body looked in amazed
way, night get down
slowly from the
chest of
blues,
far away morning tempting the soul, even
I wanted to to love you everlasting,
it couldn't be, except you also -
someone loves me, here
part of playlet has
curtained
mystery - - -
- - - SHANTANU SANYAL

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PAINTING BY DAPORE


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