Thursday 19 January 2012


THE UNSEEN DESTINATION 

the same style of expediency, lack in 
faithfulness, as usual artifice, it's
same erosion on the wet 
land of brink, again 
call to sailor of 
mid stream,
life had 
never the liberation except the touch 
of your blessing hands, here all 
the rivers fall into the estuary,
the ocean of divine charm,
never chooses the flow
on basis of sanctity, 
on that unseen
levee every 
body has the equal attribution, then 
why several tunnels to go through, 
near the amazing light beam,
I often think for that, when
nothing is discrete
among us then
why world 
asks 
the identification of my existence - -    

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 





THE INFINITY OR CIPHER
the midnight rain brings the obsessive
feelings with seductive emotion,
that’s natural, night blooms
often, unfolds the whorl
of petals to release the
ceased fragrance,
wavy breath
touches to
spine,
your presence closest to the body and
soul , underlines the immortality of
love, the last hours of obscurity
invites the inner illumination,
all the exposed or roofed
solitude suddenly
reflects the
realism,
the outer unattractiveness becomes
inferior than the aesthetic beauty
of heart, this organic appeal
into the darkness makes
the illusive world of
boondocks, the
passion goes
back to
primitive era, the coating of culture
falls down one by one, the flame
of wood or inner blaze of
genesis becomes the
reciprocal reaction,
all the hatred,
prejudice,
rich and
poor,
divine or atheist, classical or jargon, all
the lingua franca here understands
only one language, balancing
equation of male and
female, the most
beautiful art
of hidden
artist,
the living creation in the sequence of
genetic truth, perhaps the mystery
of life, immense acceptance
and all-inclusive disperse,
if you think everything
would be yours,
otherwise the
world is
not bigger than the floating bubbles,