Monday 14 November 2011


THE LOST CHILDHOOD 

do you recognize, the resonating voice,
wauling of lost childhood, the 
fall of immense nocturnal
bloom, in the tavern 
the delicate 
hands 
lifting the goblet, wiping the wine droplet
of table, no, never you haven't time
to think for a moment, in that 
innocent eyes, did you 
peek ever, a dream
was easeless to 
bloom, 
you went away falteringly, just unaffected
of those emotion, because you 
have everything, might be 
hangover night under
gone through the
pleasure of
physical
warmth, did you think little bit for that face,
who was looking you with pity, 
raising the feeble fingers
to cross the traffic 
life, on the 
signal 
point did you ever left the class distinction, 
came down from moonlit stairs to 
touch the dried, deflated 
cheeks of tender 
heart, perhaps, 
one day 
you'll learn to love the flower, which can't ever 
bloom, albeit they had lot of
 undiscovered
fragrance.

--  SHANTANU SANYAL  
SOURCE  : SIAMAK ART GALLERY