Sunday, 4 March 2012


IF POSSIBLE 

there's no grove of bloom in front of my house, 
if possible then come, in the desolate
trails, shades of life, such as 
aliphatic moonlight has
scattered all over, 
the essence
of love in the void, it's your magic touch or 
something else,  I do not know, 
whatever is the reason, but 
breath wants to stay 
for few more 
aromatic moment, probably somewhere, the
blossom of night jasmine creating 
the syncope, or an unknown 
opiate, has been
plastered 
to life, 
if possible then come, still in front of my
door, some lamp of breathe are 
blazing - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
source : vinayaga painting ...


THE FIRST GLANCE

Why do not you see me, again from same 
At first glance, the same curiosity, the 
desire to hurt, silent running 
saws of the eye, and micro-
particles of impulse,
far in the air
floating 
passion, again look at mein the same 
the way that life would again be
scattered, like flying
flamboyant 
flowers,
too far away, just near the multi-colored
horizon, galaxy again emerged, 
asking for your home address,
adornment of sky wait
for you, on the wet
eyelids, why
not 
decorate new dreams, that life is so 
beautiful my beloved friend,  
then look at me;  the
lost spring 
desires
 to return again, to touch you, to love you, to 
feel you, just like first glance - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Painting  by Michelle Brown