Sunday 8 January 2012


OFF SEASON CLOUDS 

there wasn't the limit, but you couldn't demand 
me from my persona, though I was restless 
to immolate the life for you, but your
worship had the limitation, it 
felt, the final receipt is 
only the body, from
that way you've
used my body,
just external 
satisfaction
wasn't
the final destination, several untouched horizon
remained discarded, though I called you
often from the valley of emotion, 
to see the beauty of eternal,
the depth of conscience,
immortal aesthetic 
charm of life, I
do not know
why your 
vision scattered, on the surface of corporal 
world, in spite of knowing that this 
attachment is only transient,  
evanescent life loved you 
too much, but you 
failed to reach 
the last 
kindred point, soul have flown like a nomad
off seasonal clouds - - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting by clouds - Toni Grote