Tuesday 31 January 2012


THE TRANSPARENT VASE 

let's fly jib, clouds backed out, the edge 
smiling in the mist, across the 
valley again blooming the
hawthorn flowers, yes, I
know you're waiting
on the pier's 
stairway, 
the immortal love is emerging from the 
sound of holy conch, the evening
worship dissolving all the 
fidelity into your heart, 
the last ray of sun
searching the 
shelter on 
temple top, the twilight coming down
silently, in implicit way into the 
chest of overflowed river, 
I know, you're sitting 
with passive 
mood,
under the giant old banyan tree, the 
swinging roots feel the sinking 
breath, please go back to 
home, my soul in form
of wet moonlight 
knocking the 
door,
in your courtyard perhaps it's time to 
bloom the tuberose, the depth 
of night becoming denser,
dreams are searching
the beautiful eyes 
to stay as one 
night's 
guest, just keep all bunch of memory in 
the glass vase before
going to sleep - - -   

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
Waiting For The Promise - Original oil painting by Elspeth Young