Friday 25 November 2011


THE NOMADIC EMOTION 

on that dim remote, just now mist -
floating up, in the lost valley,
maybe somewhere the 
obscure, vigorless
sun searching 
the night
shelter,
into the deep sigh, wet emotion -
waited for a favor, that 
reconnoiter person
had the weak 
memory,
even 
if he wanted, couldn't introduce -
himself, gazed as a stranger
to long stood silently at 
the door, jaded face
merely opened 
the lip and 
said, 
oh, I'm sorry, most probably I been 
forgotten the direction, my 
destination is existed
into the darkness,
by mistake 
reached 
here,  
I wanted, I couldn't help, life returned
in back foot, all echoes were 
hollow but time didn't fill 
them by moonlit flow,
self- narrative was
incomplete, 
resided
lonely, 
finally sun had became migratory
soul, left all intimacy, 
affections, love - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - Vladimir Soldatkin