Monday 5 December 2011


THE WETLAND OF LOVE 

my  voice had returned in echoes, extinct 
in the dust of caravan, twilight 
fulfilled its promise,  
Unleashed the
beauty 
of colored sky, knocked the closed door
of emotion, picked all the pieces
of broken dream, once again
redecorated the ceremony 
with painful smile,
albeit the state
of heart 
remained behind the curtains, as a shy 
reticent kid, conversant, extrinsic
all faces moved in sequence,
in the candle burn light, 
I searched that 
missing 
face,
gliding all satellite one by one, left the 
the transient comet, on the sky 
path, I sat alone for a long, 
anyone couldn't give 
her address, I 
asked to 
clouds,
winds, cipher, light, all the celestial 
beauty were irrefutable, just 
looking silently, with 
amazing eyes 
some may 
be 
answered but I couldn't catch on their 
intent, but it was clear that she 
existed in my breath, in the
fluidity of blood, across 
perception, into the 
heart's pulsation,
holding the 
rope of 
life - - - 

--- SHANTANU SANYAL
   http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - colored clouds - Calvin de Ruyter