The Rudderless Navigation 

in this warlock, fulvous darkness, the

profound winter night, above 

all your barbarian aspire,

as the incitement to 

dripping honey 

comb, at 

this 

moment difficult to prevent melting of

hidden glacial, the rising smoke

on the remote, the divagate

midnight, extinguished 

but impulsive flame,

prevalence of 

savor, the 

pollinating infusion into the body and

soul, life somewhere around 

desires to touch the 

philosopher's 

stone,

that's not incredible, your persona 

often overlaps my masculinity,

it forces to search some 

new dimensions to 

create the more

density for 

nomadic love, willingly I couldn't fly 

sometimes to touch the 

unexplored horizon, 

frequently I came

back into the 

cage of 

her illusive eyes, after forgetting the 

migration route of sky - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

bird - PAINTING BY SUSAN FAYE

IN THE LAST MINUTE

on the edge of life, last trump doesn’t

favor destiny, that’s not a problem,

it’s painful whenever the familiar

face declines to recognize,

standing on the door

of deity often the

oblation hands

becomes

empty !

the wild river goes away leaving the -

authentic bank, the reflection

loses the space for rising

up, the water goes

down under the

sand bed, all

charisma

of devotion doesn’t work here, in that

point miracles are only the dream,

the philosophies are the mute

spectators, decision for

survival appears from

the mind, do or die,

somebody says

through the

insight,

the search for an oasis, tumbling boat

in the last minute reaches to the

edge, on the stairs of shrine,

priest looks with surprise,

he checks the meaning

of divinity in the torn

palm leaves, how

to mobilize the

truth of life,

the sailor

knows only the reality of cyclonic flow,

the thunder, clouds, crazy winds,

dust all together conspired,

invited the storm, but

again in the last

moment

the fate

rejected their attempt to blow up life,

nothing was especial in all these

incident, actually my immortal

love to you, doesn’t permit

accept the defeat, and

that’s the secret of

survival until the

last breath,

sailing the life on the turmoil sea !

• SHANTANU SANYAL
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/