Thursday 1 December 2011


KNOCKING ON THE DOOR 

in this evanescent life, nothing had
the longevity, the search had 
itself the thirst, affinity was 
nothing than a short
term contract, 
time's lash
hadn't
the sound, invisible blot remained 
on the heart, prelude created
by your soulful eyes, wave
of emotion paused, 
there wasn't
other way,
so,
the cession was the only medium, 
accepted your dominance, 
parochial choice and 
question of 
survival,
in the world of exchange, it wasn't
possible to walk on own
created path, hence
handshaking was
the science, 
adopted 
that,
victory or defeats, doesn't matter,
sometimes after winning, 
losing the game has 
a different charm, 
the skills to 
winning 
the
hearts, the burning candle was the 
only living example, it burnt 
till the last breath, in the 
remote of smoky 
valley new 
dreams 
again knocked the door of sun - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting by  - Jonas Gerard, Abstract Expressionism